Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Steve Poltz
Serve me my food
With a plate that's on fire
And we'll have a hot time tonight
And if you feel low
And life may seem dire
Things will turn out alright
Cover your mouth up with butterscotch sauce
And we'll have a sweet time tonight
And if you feel low
And life may seem lost
I promise you I'll never fight
And if the straight-jacket fits
Then lock me up tight
'cause I'm feeling naughty tonight
I got padded walls; a soft rubber bed
I'll kiss you 'til i lose my sight
If you crawl in bed and there's a cactus inside
Things could get prickly tonight
We pull out the needles and spoon 'til we're tight
And we'll get as high as a kite
And if the straight-jacket fits
Then lock me up tight
'Cause i'm feeling naughty tonight
I got padded walls; a soft rubber bed
And I'll kiss you 'til I lose my sight
I got padded walls; a soft rubber bed
I'll kiss you 'til I lose my sight