There's a movie on the TV about a city of lost children They're speaking all in Spanish, but I don't give a care 'Cause we are going at it, hot and heavy The bed is just a mattress on the floor, so we are low down The dog is real excitable, she don't seem to like this So I'm waiting for the bite upon my backside I'm waiting for the bite upon my backside And earlier she told me flat out she would not kiss me, and now here we are And I was just beginning to think she was all talk, until she turned out the light And oh, how hungrily Oh, how desperately she looks at me Next time I go over there's some condoms in the garbage With a letter from her father and she's naked on the bed And loneliness is just the path we walk Why then did I tell her I never see my mother And for many years my father has been dead Why then do I call her when I really do not want her She notices I rearranged my bed And oh, how hungrily Oh, how desperately she looks at me