Well, I wonder where you are tonight You're probably on the rampage somewhere You have been known to take delight In getting in somebody's hair And you always had the knack Fade to black
Bet you already made a pass I see a darkened room somewhere You run your finger 'round the rim of his glass Run your fingers through his hair They scratch across his back Fade to black
Well, maybe it's all for the best But I wish I'd never been lassooed And maybe it's some kind of test But I wish I'd never been tattooed Or been to hell and back Fade to black
