Westby

Got your little secret no I will not tell You're trying to sober up in the highway motel And my hands are covered with your smell You begged me to stay and sing you a song I dance dirty for you 'cause it turns you on And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on And if you weren't so old I'd probably keep you If you weren't so old I'd tell my friends But I don't think your wife would like my friends I've got a hit for everyday of the week I gave you something of mine that was so sweet That I've been holding on to since I was sixteen You call me Danny and I call you Mable You passed out so I flicked through cable And I stole your gold watch off the bed-side table