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Ethylene (John Hiatt)

I'm sitting on the toilet with my sunglasses on

Wondering what you are up to

This hotel's got bathroom telephones

But I don't want to interrupt you

You might be painting your nails with your hot curlers on

Each one a different color

Or listening to that Beach Boys sailing song

Sloop John B. or another[Chorus]

Ethylene my Ethelyn

My love for you is just obscene

My deer you dress

My fish you clean

But you are nowhere to be seen

My EthyleneNow you could bag your limit with a bow and arrow

Yeah you could skin a cougar in the dark

Well I thought we were walking down the straight and narrow

How'd we ever drift so far apart

I put eighteen wheels on this road to nowhere

And you disappeared right up in the hills

Like smoke up a chimney girl I go there

Yeah in my dreams I visit you still[Chorus]Now some men will drive to the edges of nothing

So they can take a peek at the great abyss

Some men avoid love like it was a plague or something

So they can leave the seat down when they piss

I miss that crocheted thing you kept on the kleenex box

I miss my feet on your cold linoleum floor

Sipping hot coffee after making love til daybreak

Ethylene a fool would ask for more[Chorus: x2]

Songwriters

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