Smut!

In the shelves of the video store, in the cherry red corridor
Is where I found you
Chintzy as a neon sign but you still threw me the powerline
I guess you had nothing to do
Magically the cabs were quiet during the usual avenue yellow riot
I guess you're going with someone, tell me, does it double your fun
To be cruel? To be cruel?

She says she's single after sundown
All good fun till the shakedown
She says she's single after sundown
All good fun till the shakedown.

In the eve of the summertime, true love only part time, eh eh
And this is truth
In your skin tight neoprene I'm a loaded magazine
Or is that uncouth?
I know it's wrong but I'm overruled, tonight she takes me to night school
(Hey that's the name of the record!)
As she turns up the traffic jams and the brakes are slammed, she asks
Would that be cool? Would that be cool?

She says she's single after sundown
All good fun till the shakedown
She says she's single after sundown
All good fun till the shakedown.

And yeah, we're gonna kick it, yeah, any way she can
Go on, turn up the traffic jams, we all have those feelings
We need to console.