Westby

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

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 'cuz it turns you on

And I'm a little bleeder with white pants onAnd 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 friendsI'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