Stan Ridgway Tag

Sittin‘ right behind meI could smell her perfumeIt was somethin‘ I’d smelled beforeWent through a red lightWhile I spilled my drinkI could feel somethin‘ sticky on the floor I said „Miss, you’ve gotta tell meWhere you wanna go toI can’t keep drivin‘ round the same block“So I crumpled my cupAnd pulled the gum off my shoeAnd then she told me „Just shut upAnd keep your eyes on the road“ „And just drive,“ she said„Just drive,“ she said„Just drive,“ she said Well, I watched her put her handsOn the bag inRead More