Until Then

Dippin' up around the bend I'm sure tied up and I don't know when You know there's just a couple of things that I like Meet you woman at a quarter of three Now get down on your bending knees You know there's just a couple of things that I like Don't get busted and ashamed I'm looking off of you time and time again The holy one, the nightingale, laughing on your way to hell Look a little down the road You hit it and you quit it and you already know The simpler things have passed you by Alone you'll be, your well run dry Besotted and forgotten And maybe we'll just let it be Until then, there's the weekend Until then So won't you write to me and tell me your great story About a little nobody who stole a whole of A golden bowl of shit, Goddamn, sorry for Ann Gonna make her think I'll be the only man You're in my skin, you're on my tongue And girl, my dusty bell you rung I don't care if you have indecision When I see you down girl, you know I'll be grinnin' I don't care if they wrap you in linen When you come around girl, no fuck will be given I don't care if you have superstition Everywhere you go you'll see my apparition I don't care if you're safe and you're sound You're gonna scream my name when my ghost Comes around Besotted and forgotten But maybe we'll just let it be Until then, there's the weekend Until then Besotted and forgotten But maybe we'll just let it be Until then, there's the weekend Until then