(Frishberg). . You ain't my sweet lover no more. You'd better never knock on my door. No more, no more. I'm gonna hang a lock on my door. Now you ain't my sweet lover no more.
It's 6 P.M., supper time in South Bend, Indiana. And you figure what the hell you can eat in your motel. So you order up room service on the phone. And you watch the local news and eat alone.
(Dave Frishberg). . I like to stroll on the Costa del Sol at sunrise. And to me Waikiki is the place to be speaking fun-wise. I like to dine in a Floretine palazzo.
i walked in, sat down. took my sutomary look around. i saw afine young thing heading straigh my eay. and before i could think if something slick to say.
Peel me a grape. Crush me some ice. Skin me a peach. Save the fuzz for my pillow. Start me a smoke. Talk to me nice. You gotta wine me. And dine me. Don't try and train me.
Peel me a grape, crush me some ice. Skin me a peach, save the fuzz for my pillow. Talk to me nice, talk to me nice. You've got to wine and dine me. . Don't try to fool me bejewel me.