(Come on, shake)
Thought I had you pegged
On the prowl for men who look money
You'd find one, delight his eye
He'd bite, you'd pull the reel in
He'd buy a round of drinks
All your friends would blink in envy
Instead, you headed straight for me, dragged me gratefully to the floor
And said: "Let's see you shake!"
"Look, I'd believe this if you came here more on your own accord
Not just to win a bet with yourself. Or a ring
Not just to seize the tension, or be adored
"See, at 19, to be a wiser boy, I hid beneath the radar's range
I met sisters who, with hearts destroyed
Made all men look like junked John Waynes
"Since no cries of Ecstasy have convinced me
I've no idea what it's gonna take to change this mindset
I've had ever since and can't seem to shake."
And you replied: "Hell, let's both un-zip our souls
And run through fields with the goat-hoofed gods
And swim, all star-lit, in lonesome lakes."
And I said "Right! How long you think the ride there's gonna take?"
(Go on shake)
(Shake up. Shake down. Shake up. Shake down. Shake somehow.)