Lyric Bel Air

I ve been lightin matches in the boiler room,
Wearing sulphur perfume.
(Don t I smell nice?)

You come sniffin around just like you own the joint,
You know it s rude to point.
(Don t make me tell you twice.)

Well I like the way you walk,
That s why I left my door unlocked.
I must be going off half-cocked. (I sometimes do.)

You think it s funny, but I know it ain t no joke.
There s nothing left to read in here, there s nothing left to smoke.
Before the band the band kicks in, I guess I d better start.
(I ll stomp a mud hole in your heart.)

You poured whiskey in my Slurpee, swear to God you got me drunk,
Now I m thinking that I m sunk.
(And I can t swim.)

I m drowning in the back seat of a 61 Bel Air,
I got a mouthful of your hair.
(A handful of skin.)

I ain t suffocating,
I m just sick and tired of waiting.
Stop this pointless hesitating. (Pull me in.)

There s an awful lot of stars out here, an awful lot of sky.
I m turning on the radio, they re playing "Let it Ride."
Before the band the band kicks in, I guess I d better start.
(I ll stomp a mud hole in your heart.)

We could cruise the lake like psychos,
Scare the kids on motorcycles.
(There ain t nothing I would rather do.)

It s 3-D on the TV, but it s empty on the street.
If it weren t for me and you, the avenue would be incomplete.
And I should say this, before this whole thing even starts,
I ll stomp a mud hole in your heart.