If you told me that we'd died And gone to the gay bar I woulda said "that seems right" Cause I knew you'd had a few When I got into the car I was clutching the upholstery tight Saint Peter clad in leather She was looking quite salacious But the fire never met her eyes And the cowboys dipped in glitter Brought us into their good graces You were sorry that you're not their type You were sorry that you're not their Oo-oo-oo Ah-Ah-Ah The swaying of your braids Gave impression of a halo But saying so would make me trite Well I think I coulda stayed For forever in the disco Dancing by the fractured light You were lovely by the fractured Oo-oo-oo Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-oo Baby isn't this the afterlife? Singing karaoke in a dive