Twilight

Honey don't kill that last cigaretteI got a long, long ways to goI've been a-drinking and a-thinking all night longStill got so much more to showTo youYeahAnd when that hand comes searchingBetween your thighsYou better play along to the tuneYou got nothing to proveYou're a bad little girlAnd you know your life is in ruinsSo come onYeahAnd when the sun retreatsAnd you got the chillsAnd your feet are aching to goYou better call on meCause I'm dog-gone hornyI'm not your friend but your foeI've got so much time to please myselfI don't count you in at allAll rightYeahMy heart is like a filling stationAnd it jumped with joy when you pulled inAnd you later got caught for speedinAnd this drug-cop says you need himBut ain't no walls in the jailhouse safe enoughTo hold you down tonightI'll be right out here on the other sideWaiting for you by the red twilightSo when Friday comes and you got the chillsAnd your feet are aching to goDon't have to call on meCause I'm already thereCome on little girl, let's go!