She came in lookin' good and lookin' around. She's checkin' out every man in the room right now. Don't go tellin' her about right or wrong. She's been alone an' way too long.
Like gravel in the driveway. Asphalt on the highway. Like a blown out worn down tire. Like the head of a hammered nail. Like the bars in the county jail.
I've got a feeling, call it intuition. I've got a feeling we're getting into something more. You've been talking telling me your secrets. Baby, that's just a crack in the door.
Mark D. Sanders/Bob Dipiero/David Malloy. I've got a feeling, call it intuition. I've got a feeling we're getting into something more. You've been talking telling me your secrets.