Sugar on the Knees

Sugar on the knees of the baby
Sugar on the knees of the girl
It's a bittersweet kind of reflex
Sugar on the knees of the baby
Sugar on the knees of the girl
It's a bittersweet kind of reflex
A bittersweet kind of reflex for sure

I see you kicking rocks and waiting after school
The weeds through pavement circa 1982
A car door opens and you climb into the gloom
There's a drink on the dash and a french cigarette glowing

Sugar on the knees of the baby
Sugar on the knees of the girl
It's a bittersweet kind of reflex
Sugar on the knees of the baby
Sugar on the knees of the girl
It's a bittersweet kind of reflex
A bittersweet kind of reflex for sure

The crowd was beaming as you floated down the aisle
A small reception circle, one familiar smile
You hesitated in your own peculiar style
Was a drink in his hand, and a french cigarette glowing