I put you on the King car
You'll be home in an hour
I ought to wipe the slate clean
With new sheets and a shower
You think I jumped the gun
Well I think I bit the bullet
If I held that trigger again
I think I'd aim at you and pull it
I don't really know ya
But you were no Casanova
You decide what I'm here to provide
Fun and conversation versus
Good old fashioned lubrication
I'm fine this is all contrived
And I'm fine that you're just