Turn Century

We're so close
So close a call
Too close to call
We call it a draw

But babe you tease
With spears from your sleeve
I catch with my teeth
With my teeth
And I am not a bargain driver
My wrist don't have that spin
I am not a fast talker
Fast enough to talk you in

And we turn century
And we wait, we wait
We turn century
We wait, we wait

Look at you like I have a right
To those hands
On the small
And the big
The in between
Of my back

Does it sit right with you
To have me
To have me

And when you call home
Do you call me
Love love instead
And did you mean to hold on
When you slid off the silk of my bed