She’s a pistol and I’m so whipped.
She’s a cure and I’m so very sick.
It’s amazing the things she thought of;
to bring a glove, if push came to shove.
I fell inlove but first I tripped.
and usually I spring back up so quick.

She said “take one more for the road.”
What does it matter if I’m not taking you home?
I only want to unburden your load,
I thought that was already known,
lost in translation like playing games of telephone.

Knock me down like Dominos,
to keep me close and blame it on when the wind blows.
Knock me down like Dominos
to keep me close and also keep me on my toes.

I’m being fully placated, for my obsessive obsession
ignoring what was plainly stated in my last confession.
Please don’t let me be hated for my sporadic depression,
because I know that it’s fated for me to leave
an impression.

She said “take one more for the road.”
What does it matter if I’m not taking you home?
I only want to unburden your load,
and make you feel high, and sigh and moan
but lost in translation like my girl Scarjo.

Knock me down like Dominos,
to keep me close and away from your foes.
Knock me down like Dominos,
to keep me close and make sure I don’t go.
Knock me down like Dominos,
to keep me close and also keep me on my toes.