Going to Town

Lover mine, get your coat and come outside

I wanna take you for a ride on into town

Lover fair, we'll be looking sharp, I swear

I want them all to stop and stare when we take 'em downGo to town, burn it down, turn around

And get your stroll on, baby, I'll get the car

You get the match and gasolineAnd as we ride away into the countryside

I feel as though I must confide, there is a cost

When you say, now we got hell to pay

Don't worry, baby, that's okay, I know the bossGo to town, burn it down, turn around

And yet your stroll on, baby, I'll get the car

You get the match and gasolineGo to town, burn it down, turn around

And get your stroll on, baby, I'll get the car

You get the match and gasoline