Take Me Home

I went downtown to kill some time.
Sip tequila no salt no lime.
But now I'm reeling out my mind- I'm
Too bored to stay, too drunk to drive.

So I stumble out for a phone,
Till I hear that sweet dial tone.
And I try to remember your number.
I know if you get the call
You'll come and take me-

Home,
Home,
I gotta get home
Take me away, with a little company

Is that your voice across the line?
It sounds like cigarettes and wine.
You say, "of course my dear that's fine."
Mumble, "I'll leave my place in about five."

I know its wrong to lead you on.
Yet I keep stringing this along.
Why can't I spend one night alone?
Too late for that I best get going.

So I check myself in the mirror,
And throw back what's left of my beer.
Then I slink into the alley.
You know just where to find me,
To take me-

Home,
Home,
I gotta get home
Take me away-

I need a place, I gotta get, I wanna go-
Home, Oh, I gotta get away from here,
B-b-but ooh, my baby baby
You really drive.