Westby

[Verse 1] Well, I got your little secret—no, I will not tell You're trying to sober up in the highway motel And my hands are covered with your smell You begged me to stay and sing you a song I dance dirty for you 'cause it turns you on And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on [Chorus] And if you weren't so old, I would probably keep you If you weren't so old, I'd tell my friends But I don't think your wife would like my friends [Verse 2] And I've got a hit for every day of the week I gave you something of mine that was sweet And I've been holding onto it since I was sixteen So you call me Danny and I call you Mabel You passed out so I flipped through cable And I stole your gold watch off the bedside table [Chorus] And if you weren't so old, I would keep you If you weren't so old, I'd tell my friends But I don't think your wife would like my friends