Kathleen Edwards

Got your little secret no i will not tell
you're trying to sober up in the highway motel
and my hands are covered with your smell
you begged me to stay and sing you a song
i dance dirty for you cuz it turns you on
and i'm a little bleeder with white pants on
And if you weren't so old i'd probably keep you
if you weren't so old i'd tell my friends
but i don't think your wife would like my friends
I've got a hit for everyday of the week
i gave you something of mine that was so sweet
that i've been holding on to since i was sixteen
you call me danny and i call you mable
you passed out so i flicked through cable
and i stole your gold watch off the bed-side table