whirling, swirling crimson skirts
you get a man right where it hurts
I’m staring at you from the shadowland
eyes glazed open with a cup in my hand
and you’re teasing, teasing as if you really care
I am wheezing, wheezing, I need a little air
it was the last night of summer
rally ‘round the fire
I was feeling kind of sober
could have been desire
you said you needed a lift
the timing was surreal
let’s make a deal
let’s make a deal
but you better let go of the wheel now
I ain’t been good for nothin’
driving us over a cliff now, baby
I wanna total something
and you’re teasing, teasing as if you really care
I am wheezing, wheezing, I need a little air
I was staring in the rearview
practicing a pass
you were there in the rearview
I was losing it fast
you said you needed a lift
the timing was surreal
let’s make a deal
let’s make a deal
but you better let go of the wheel now
I ain’t been good for nothin’
driving us over a cliff now, baby
I wanna total something
it was the last of December
all the mistletoe was brown
another year down the crapper
we were counting it down
and now you’re begging for a lift
the timing is surreal…
maybe I’m blessed with a witless tongue
maybe I’m cursed with imagination
‘cause I keep forgetting why we never kissed
I keep forgetting you don’t know that I exist
you better let go of the wheel now
I ain’t been good for nothin’
driving us over a cliff now, baby
I wanna total something