BEL AIR
Ive been lightin matches in the boiler room,
Wearing sulphur perfume.
(Dont I smell nice?)
You come sniffin around just like you own the joint,
You know its rude to point.
(Dont make me tell you twice.)
Well I like the way you walk,
Thats why I left my door unlocked.
I must be going off half-cocked. (I sometimes do.)
You think its funny, but I know it aint no joke.
Theres nothing left to read in here, theres nothing left to smoke.
Before the band the band kicks in, I guess Id better start.
(Ill stomp a mud hole in your heart.)
You poured whiskey in my Slurpee, swear to God you got me drunk,
Now Im thinking that Im sunk.
(And I cant swim.)
Im drowning in the back seat of a 61 Bel Air,
I got a mouthful of your hair.
(A handful of skin.)
I aint suffocating,
Im just sick and tired of waiting.
Stop this pointless hesitating. (Pull me in.)
Theres an awful lot of stars out here, an awful lot of sky.
Im turning on the radio, theyre playing "Let it Ride."
Before the band the band kicks in, I guess Id better start.
(Ill stomp a mud hole in your heart.)
We could cruise the lake like psychos,
Scare the kids on motorcycles.
(There aint nothing I would rather do.)
Its 3-D on the TV, but its empty on the street.
If it werent for me and you, the avenue would be incomplete.
And I should say this, before this whole thing even starts,
Ill stomp a mud hole in your heart.