Thumbwrestle

Cell phone call at night
And I know it’s a little bit late
(Like ‘2 in the morning’ late)
Don’t hang up, go to your window
And don’t hesitate
Oh say can you see?
So, come on, baby, come on
I’m the drunk passed out on your lawn
And you’re the only one that I would do this for
That makes it all good O.K.
You know you make it all good O.K.
And we will never not be all good
And now I’m feelin’ O.K.

I’d thumbwrestle Hannibal Lecter
If that’s what you say
I hope you remember that
There is no dark eerie specter
I won’t drive away
With a cross and a baseball bat
So, baby, come on
I’m the loser lyin’ out on your lawn
But I always get back up and try again, don’t worry
Now it’s all good O.K.
You know you make it all good O.K.
Get me to bed and I am all yours
And now I’m feelin’ O.K.

Old is what I’ve got to become
With a fake set of teeth hangin’ on to my gums
That don’t scare me, all that I ask
Is for you to be near, give me strength when it comes
And the days in between here and then will be dull
A malaise of routine to bore the skin off my skull
If you don’t stay here with me

Sometimes in the past
I’ve been known to abuse what I’ve got
By knockin’ myself around
Hard drinkin,’ strange misanthropic behavior a lot
And throwin’ myself to the ground
And tonight
I’m on the ground again on your front lawn
And you’re the best present that I ever got
It’s all good O.K.
You know you make it all good O.K.
And we will never not be all good
And now I’m feelin’ O.K.
O.K.!

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