yeah

 

"Chew Toy"
When I first saw you
You didn't strike me at all
But with blunt force and your Coach bag
You said to give you a call

Fast forward a week; maybe two
When I got around to it I called you
Vague recollections, pleasant shock
and I say Steamer's make it 10 O' Clock

And you are not the air that I breathe
And you are not the drug that I need
But you are the one that's fun to hold
Don't let this moment pass don't let it pass

So there's a martini, maybe four
Leave Mr. Grant, and head to the door
You say, "Wait baby, whatcha doin'?"
There's Sports Zone that's better viewing

So you grab me by the wrist
your Prada clutch and tongue begin to slip
No, I gotta go go go gotta rome
You say "hey I need a ride home."

En flagrante delicato
You say something about a message in a bottle
As I briefly rhapsodize
into your eyes
and I wrap my arms around your. . .

And Oh my my oh look at the time
I forgot about work; that persistent deadline
I'll see you at the Cellar next week perhaps
And I'll call you; when I've got the chance

I get home; man it's late
Turn it to channel 38
After the evening I had; it's easy to agree
San Jose beat Calgary
San Jose beat Calgary
San Jose beat Calgary

 

Wow, a lyrical nightmare. Go Flames!