That Wouldn't Be So Good
You show up my sister's house
You come over waving your white flag
Ask me would I like to come for a drive?
And I would but I'm scared of what might happen
If you and I are alone again and your fat fingers
Call out from the steering wheel
Singing, "How about it?"
And I can smell you lying next to me
That wouldn't be so good
No that wouldn't be so right
Oh, it wouldn't be so good at all
This town, this town, this town is small
Well, then Deni comes over with cake in her hand
And I'm packing the dishes in the dishwasher away
She says honey ain't it funny how he never understands
All the work a woman has to do in a day
And I'm wondering if she's forgotten
Or if she well knows that I used to live with you too
And I know how you go, yes, I know how you go
I know all the little ways that lead to
You and I here alone again, laughing like bandits
Your fat fingers call out from the steering wheel
Singing, "Lady, how about it?"
And I can smell you lying next to me
That wouldn't be so good
No, that wouldn't be so wise
Oh, that wouldn't be so good at all
This town, this town is full of eyes
If your old yellow pick-up truck
Was shaking on the side of the road
Then surely Jenny or Billy or Gus
Would drive past and someone would know
Yet you show up at my sister's house
Yes, you come over waving your white flag
And you ask me, "Would you like to come for a drive?"
And I would but I'm scared of what might happen
You come over waving your white flag
Ask me would I like to come for a drive?
And I would but I'm scared of what might happen
If you and I are alone again and your fat fingers
Call out from the steering wheel
Singing, "How about it?"
And I can smell you lying next to me
That wouldn't be so good
No that wouldn't be so right
Oh, it wouldn't be so good at all
This town, this town, this town is small
Well, then Deni comes over with cake in her hand
And I'm packing the dishes in the dishwasher away
She says honey ain't it funny how he never understands
All the work a woman has to do in a day
And I'm wondering if she's forgotten
Or if she well knows that I used to live with you too
And I know how you go, yes, I know how you go
I know all the little ways that lead to
You and I here alone again, laughing like bandits
Your fat fingers call out from the steering wheel
Singing, "Lady, how about it?"
And I can smell you lying next to me
That wouldn't be so good
No, that wouldn't be so wise
Oh, that wouldn't be so good at all
This town, this town is full of eyes
If your old yellow pick-up truck
Was shaking on the side of the road
Then surely Jenny or Billy or Gus
Would drive past and someone would know
Yet you show up at my sister's house
Yes, you come over waving your white flag
And you ask me, "Would you like to come for a drive?"
And I would but I'm scared of what might happen
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Writer(s): Clare Alison Bowditch
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