You've been waiting for so long--
doing the right thing; never wrong.
And for that, you have my respect.
It can be so hard to keep your doubts in check.
But then you came to our show.
You loved the beat, and they way the horns blow,
and you danced until you were sore,
and you came back the next week, screaming for more.

I know you know you're not going to,
but I wish you would.
Now that door is locked, the key is gone,
that much understood.
Maybe if I had a time machine,
a trip would do me good,
but I don't, so I know you won't.
But I wish you would.

You've got a guy back East.
He'd kick my ass if he knew what I see:
a chance for a little fun.
He'll never find out if we tell no one;
it would all be behind closed doors.
For a night or two, or three, or four.
Fuck it-- I don't care if he knows.
If he breaks my legs, would you take off your clothes?

I think it's time to take a different tack--
I know you're not the kind of women to go behind his back.
But if you ever change your mind,
I'll be right here, ready to make up for lost time.