Your name is as sweet as a paper scratch
I think your alright,
but, I wouldn't bring you home,
my porcelain dolls are jealous of fleshy white angels,
and I have a book to read,
and furniture to polish,
and love to make
-I'm behind my monthly quota on broken hearts-
so turn the radio up
and wake me before we hit Huston.
I'm sure I'll have to pee
and you know how hard it is
getting back on I-41 during rush hour.