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 On



And 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 Friends



I'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