Fake Heat

There's a movie on the TV about a city of lost children
They're speaking all in Spanish, but I don't give a care
'Cause we are going at it, hot and heavy

The bed is just a mattress on the floor, so we are low down
The dog is real excitable, she don't seem to like this
So I'm waiting for the bite upon my backside
I'm waiting for the bite upon my backside

And earlier she told me flat out she would not kiss me, and now here we are
And I was just beginning to think she was all talk, until she turned out the light

And oh, how hungrily
Oh, how desperately she looks at me

Next time I go over there's some condoms in the garbage
with a letter from her father and she's naked on the bed
And loneliness is just the path we walk

Why then did I tell her I never see my mother
and for many years my father has been dead
Why then do I call her when I really do not want her
she notices I rearranged my bed

And oh, how hungrily
Oh, how desperately she looks at me