But there ain't no getting over Joanie Hale-Maier
Until you fall flat down and you can't wait to start
Anyone I knew they woulda called me down

And it'd been so long since I'd been suitably high

She never been to Texas, never heard of King Kong

She made my heart soft, worn an aiguillette on her arm
Someone that I knew but I hardly met
He'd parted ways with diction, this was late last night
As I think to myself this could be easy or I could face it alone
And then the place ignite
Told me, it's hopeless I'm a slut for the New York Times
Just let me walk away, ah let me walk away
You can break my legs, you can kick me downstairs

This is the one cold truth we've all of us known
The way I stared off thinking that all was sound
He see me getting your affection and it proved he was right
It's in my face and I'm behind the bassline
So we did an Airborne, settled in for the night
Tell me sweetness don't somehow reach your heart

All out of grace and I'm behind the bassline
And then the place ignite