Dutch

Mind your step, I keep the overhead low Just the bed and the books and the rotary phone Chicago Manual of Style keeps the prose right crisp Minneapolis edition, well, it goes like this Well, I talk way too fast, I shoot from a glass I keep Poe in the glovebox, Plath on the dash And there's nobody shotgun, I got enough gas To get Vegas by daybreak, I'm not coming back I'm pushing this luck all the way to the coast I'm throwin' it over just to see if it floats I'm taking my chances, I'm making my own 'Cause I've been pretty and patient, I'm ready to go I'm the book that beat the speed-reader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a man-eater All the same We should probably go Dutch I'm the book that beat the speed-reader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a man-eater All the same We should probably go Dutch, so Careful, kid, with that wolf-whistle You never know what you'll attract And you shouldn't make noise to which you wouldn't wanna listen What's good for the goose is good for the gander Back and I'm packed and I'm out before dawn Leave a tip on the sink, all the staff they work hard I hit rain, I hit sleet, but mostly weather stays good Hit a deer on I-80, fucked up the hood But you can't play for keeps if you never draw blood You just brace and you breathe, you drive through the dust You go through people and places, you hope the engine can take it They get you up on the blocks on a regular basis But innocence is overrated, based on what you haven't done I don't need a poker face, open book, smoking gun Renegade agents, I got no taste for their races I run on whiskey and risk and ennui and impatience I'm the book that beat the speed-reader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a man-eater All the same We should probably go Dutch I'm the book that beat the speed-reader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a man-eater All the same, all the same We should probably go Dutch, 'cause Love is like liquor, it burns as it moves you Far as I figure, there's nobody fireproof So thank you for the offer, it truly was kind of you I'd take you up on it, but just passing through 'Cause I talk way too fast, and I shoot from a glass I keep Poe in the glovebox, Plath on the dash And there's no one in shotgun, I got enough gas To get Vegas by daybreak, I'm not coming back (I'm not coming back, no I'm not coming back) (No I'm not, no I'm not, no I'm not coming back) I'm the book that beat the speed-reader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a man-eater All the same We should probably go Dutch I'm the book that beat the speed-reader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a man-eater All the same We should probably go Dutch