Irma’s Injection

Put on your dancing shoes and shuffle on over here
I’m not much for dancing, but darling I’ll be your mirror
You and me and a bottle make three, we’ll stay up until the dawn
Laughing at shitty 90’s flicks, singing those stupid 90’s songs

Come on over
I want no other

Put on your Sunday best, baby, and hop into the passenger seat
I’ll grip you some silly sunglasses, I’ll pull off at the next Gas N’ Eat
We drove until we fell into a cheap motel, you chase me around the room
Jump on the bed and then on my head, no we don’t need more towels, please no vacuum

Come on over
I want no other

You
Send shivers
Down my spine
Like Nina Simone
Singing
“Wild is the Wind”