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