Bus Stop Romance
your neck is hot, i feel the temperature rising
you look me in the eyes, it feels appetizing
bus stop romance, never had a real chance
you know, i think that im slightly cured,
i want to leave on my pants
absolute restraint—we got it
sinners and we saints—regardless
absolute restraint
we werent churchgoers of the month last month,
still im satisfied with lunch
you been unshy with me im sure,
you know i think that im slightly cured
lunchmeat sitting in the sun,
how long you been in the danger zone?
aw absolute restraint!
your neck is hot i feel the temperature rising
look me in the eyes, it feels appetizing
bus stop romance never had a real chance
have you been riding this line long, babe?
stick a thermometer in the sun
we got good traction on our shoes, i know
why should we ride when we can run
run run into
the sun that is rising?
look me in the eyes it feels appetizing
they say we aint no saints
but we can
leave
our pants on
absolute restraint—we got it
absolute restraint—we got it
we sinners and we saints—we got us
