Twilight کے بول

Honey don't kill that last cigarette I got a long, long ways to go I've been a-drinking and a-thinking all night long Still got so much more to show To you Yeah And when that hand comes searching Between your thighs You better play along to the tune You got nothing to prove You're a bad little girl And you know your life is in ruins So come on Yeah And when the sun retreats And you got the chills And your feet are aching to go You better call on me Cause I'm dog-gone horny I'm not your friend but your foe I've got so much time to please myself I don't count you in at all All right Yeah My heart is like a filling station And it jumped with joy when you pulled in And you later got caught for speedin' And this drug-cop says you need him But ain't no walls in the jailhouse safe enough To hold you down tonight I'll be right out here on the other side Waiting for you by the red twilight So when Friday comes and you got the chills And your feet are aching to go Don't have to call on me Cause I'm already there Come on little girl, let's go!