- Tongue in cheek till a hole burns out her mouth,
- And fingers crossed like the promise of cub scouts,
- And we know that the picture in her heart shaped locket,
- Is far from an inanimate object.
- She's as dark as the blood pulsing under her skin,
- Still afraid of the boogey man under her bed,
- And we know that the ashes in the urn was a person,
- And we never should have burned him.
- Shake it, shake it like you bouts to get paid,
- Boom swaggaboom, like you gots a peg leg.
- I'm game, you're game; you're the main attraction,
- And the way you fit your jeans it makes me ready for action.
- Break it down to a fraction,
- I'm doing decimal subtraction to find a reaction.
- This is for the C-O 3-O-3, my people,
- We've got the music that you can't stand still to,
- And even if you don't dance,
- I've gotta get you out and take this chance,
- I caught her cornering the pictures in her purse,
- A white reflection of the window of his hearse,
- And she knows not to be another wife in waiting,
- So she's just a widow that I'm dating.
- Rolled up sleeves with a carton in it's fold,
- A rusted chain with a cross that once was gold,
- And I look from a distance as the coffin closes,
- And disappears below the roses.
- Shake it, shake it like you bouts to get paid,
- Boom swaggaboom, like you gots a peg leg.
- This is for the C-O 3-0-3, my people,
- We've got the music that you can't stand still to,
- And even if you don't dance,
- I've gotta get you out and take this chance.