Smut!

In the shelves of the video store

In the cherry red corridor

Is where I found you

Chintzy as a neon sign

But you still threw me the powerline

I guess you had nothing to do

Magically the cabs were quiet

During the usual avenue yellow riot

I guess you're going with someone

Tell me, does it double your fun

To be cruel?

To be cruel?

She says she's

Single after sundown

All good fun till the shakedown

In the eve of the summertime

True love only part time, eh eh

And this is truth

In your skin tight neoprene

I'm a loaded magazine

Or is that uncouth?

I know its wrong but I'm overruled

Tonight she takes me to night school

(hey that's the name of the record!)

As she turns up the traffic jams

And the breaks are slammed, she asks

Would that be cool?

Would that be cool?

She says she's

Single after sundown

All good fun till the shakedown

And yea we're gonna kick it, yeah

Any way she can

Go on, turn up the traffic jams

We all have those feelings

We need to console