So we did an Airborne, settled in for the night
He'd parted ways with diction, this was late last night
This is the one cold truth we've all of us known
Told me, it's hopeless I'm a slut for the New York Times
It's in my face and I'm behind the bassline
She never been to Texas, never heard of King Kong
Someone that I knew but I hardly met
And then the place ignite
But there ain't no getting over Joanie Hale-Maier
And then the place ignite
Tell me sweetness don't somehow reach your heart
Until you fall flat down and you can't wait to start
The way I stared off thinking that all was sound
She made my heart soft, worn an aiguillette on her arm
As I think to myself this could be easy or I could face it alone
Anyone I knew they woulda called me down
Just let me walk away, ah let me walk away
You can break my legs, you can kick me downstairs
And it'd been so long since I'd been suitably high
He see me getting your affection and it proved he was right
