You show up my sister's house You come over waving your white flag Ask me would I like to come for a drive? And I would but I'm scared of what might happen If you and I are alone again and your fat fingers Call out from the steering wheel Singing, "How about it?" And I can smell you lying next to me That wouldn't be so good No that wouldn't be so right Oh, it wouldn't be so good at all This town, this town, this town is small Well, then Deni comes over with cake in her hand And I'm packing the dishes in the dishwasher away She says honey ain't it funny how he never understands All the work a woman has to do in a day And I'm wondering if she's forgotten Or if she well knows that I used to live with you too And I know how you go, yes, I know how you go I know all the little ways that lead to You and I here alone again, laughing like bandits Your fat fingers call out from the steering wheel Singing, "Lady, how about it?" And I can smell you lying next to me That wouldn't be so good No, that wouldn't be so wise Oh, that wouldn't be so good at all This town, this town is full of eyes If your old yellow pick-up truck Was shaking on the side of the road Then surely Jenny or Billy or Gus Would drive past and someone would know Yet you show up at my sister's house Yes, you come over waving your white flag And you ask me, "Would you like to come for a drive?" And I would but I'm scared of what might happen