I love my television set
I love my brothers and their pets
And you
I love my moderate success
I love just living in the west
With you
That’s not her style,
That’s not her style.
She says um warm it up,
Speed it up,
Cut it up,
My, my
That’s a fine line
And you were bad for me I guess,
And you were bad for me I guess,
But who knew?
You offered me a cigarette,
Now I’m forever in your debt
True blue
That’s not her style,
That’s not her style,
She says um warm it up,
Speed it up,
Cut it up,
My, my
That’s a fine line
She said to leave
She said to go
I know
(X2)
She said to leave
She said to go
She thinks she found the motherload
She likes me better when I’m stoned
I like me better when I’m stoned
(x2)
That’s not her style,
That’s not her style
She say’s um, warm it up
Speed it up,
Cut it up
My, my
Warm it up,
Speed it up,
Cut it up,
My, my
That’s a fine line