If we go to a nice Italian restaurant,
I'll only embarrass you--
Shoving rolls in my purse
Every time I'm near you,
I feel the air is full of angels
And Armageddon must be barely a whisper away.
While you're making conversation,
I'll be wondering what you would look like
Wearing only this red and white
Checkered table cloth--
I'll be crossing myself and praying to remember
How I can pull it off you
The water glass in your hand.
You'll talk about Jack White
I'll talk about Joan Jett
And you'll be the Spaghetti Girl
Straight until wet.
Well, this is just torture in a public place.
I'll only embarrass you
Because I am hungry,
And once I start I will never be done;
I think the Judgement must be barely a whisper away--
So I'm waiting for the deluge sure to come.