He poured gasoline
On the back tire
And then with a match
He set it on fire.
Do you see the explosion, the bright ball of flame?
Then let me tell you: Love is no game.
They turned their back
To the band
And walked the streets
Hand in hand.
She had hair like a bomb and eyes like the wind.
Never was danger so feminine.
Ain't gonna brag
'Bout what I do
Just wanna try
Some stuff with you.
Come to the graveyard with your lips and your hair.
I'll show you my love if you show me you dare.
from Babcock
© Copyright 1996 by Joe Cottonwood