That noise from beneath your bed
Beneath the floorboards to where they slept
Right by that silicone tube of lipstick
That rubbed off on his
They lie in silken down
And you lie there grinning like a clown
And your pin poked through that papered prophylactic
Like a semiautomatic and

Six weeks on
Yeah it’s much too long
It’s been a while since we messed around
And it’s ok
The worst they can do is kill me
Hey
With those high heeled toes
Babe you lift up my soul
Your lipstick stains on the elevator door
And you told me
That you love, that you love
That you love me

Gin, Zippos, and Hand Grenades
We drank every drink that had a name
And those honkytonk blues just drowned our sins away
Yeah
That jukebox playing our jams tonight
The cigarette smoke in the candlelight
Baby neon signs never gave me so much life
Babe I don’t need no hyperbole
Just give me some plain old rock and roll and

Six weeks on
Yeah it’s much too long
It’s been a while since we messed around
And it’s ok
The worst they can do is kill me
Hey
With those high heeled toes
Babe you lift up my soul
Your lipstick stains on the elevator door
And you told me
That you love, that you love
That you love me

Six weeks on
Yeah it’s much too long
It’s been a while since we messed around
And it’s ok
The worst they can do is kill me
Hey
With those high heeled toes
Babe you lift up my soul
Your lipstick stains on the elevator door
And you told me
That you love, that you love
That you love me