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