Dave's True Story - Stormy lyrics

Well, it seems I've come home, Stormy To the same old gruesome show It sets my teeth on edge The way you glow Your skin beads like a julep And the bed's in disarray The room reeks like a wedge of Camembert Left out on a sultry day Now it's not that I'm by nature so vicious As to jump at any chance for a fight But your silence is so dark and delicious Makes me wonder whether something's not right So come sit like a good girl Let the game begin And I'll try to keep my temper As you fill me in Has somebody been here before me Mocking my bed Making love to you Just tell me his name now, Stormy I've got a job to do Don't tell me how much you adore me In your own sad strange way I'm certain that you do Just tell me his name now, Stormy I do it all for you There was Buzz the neurosurgeon With the blood stain on his sleeve Who thought you live alone But had to leave And Chan the connoisseur Who did such brisk business in erotic prints And his partner Reinhardt Kohn The Euro-pimp Whom no one's heard from since You've a figure nothing less than disarming A smile like God never saw A s** appeal so raw it's alarming Oh, you're perfect except for one tiny flaw Well it's time that you took a bit of sage advice And you shouldn't keep such secrets When I ask you nice So who was it this time, Stormy Swallowed your tongue Took your breath away Just tell me his name now, Stormy Or there'll be hell to pay Don't wheedle, cajole, or implore It's easy as sin Why do you tremble so Just tell me his name now, Stormy I've got a right to know Was it Adam and Eve's rude expulsion Caused the stars at my birth to align And brought me someone whose compulsion Was so perfectly suited to mine There was Angel from the Bronx Who moved like Buddha on the ballroom floor And called four times a day But calls no more They found Ellis in a Glad bag With a ginsu nestled in his gorge And the boy form Uruguay That washed ashore Whom you called George It might take Columbo to solve them These pictures that burn in my head It might take a Freud to absolve them All that's needed is that one common thread Someday d**h will obliterate our mutual pain Until then I reiterate the same refrain Has somebody been here before me Mocking my bed Making love to you Just tell me his name now, Stormy I do it all for you Don't tell me how much you adore me In my own sad, strange way I'm certain I'd agree You've told me his name now, Stormy Just leave the rest to me