Ca** McCombs - That's That lyrics

On a whim We climbed in a car That was headed down South You were older And I was hard-pressed for action Could you tell? You said "Here, my dear" At the vanity fair "Let's make hay while the Sun shines!" But was it fair? Old playthings are all laid to waste Thrown out to make better space So I got a job Cleaning toilets At a nightclub in Baltimore And I guess that's that Almost shorter than a dream And definitely of less noise Old playthings are all laid to waste Thrown out to make better space Do I Do?