I wish I was that cigarette pressed between your crimson lips
Make you want to light me up and suck me down
I wish I was those leather boots in between your dancing feet
And the mud in which you move, you love to groove
Okay, Liza, come run with me anytime you're feelin' free
Okay, Liza, I need a hand... please don't try to understand
I wish I was that denim, darlin', stretched across your best respects
Crafted by the finest fingers (overseas)
I wish I was that flask of whiskey in your pocket, quite discreet
Dull your senses, stain your breath my favorite shade
Okay, Liza, I'll ride with you anywhere you want me to
Okay, Liza, I need a drink... so I don't start to stop and think