I guess you don't feel like calling
Maybe I feel the same
I heard your fog yellow fingers
On the back window pane
Down the Sav La Mar Highway
Hang a left on Love Lane
There's a gingerbread huntress
And desire is still her name
She says such sweet things
Gives me some kind of reason to stay
Wild flowers sweet as kisses
Only drive me further away
If I want to say I love her
If I want to say goodbye
If I want to leave our loving home behind
Sugar that's my right
I know I never call you
I know I am to blame
If you don't ever want to
Look my way again
Don't play on guilt now
I won't wear that, not today
I'll strip you bare from the bone
Leave you nothing left to play with
I still love you right
Make love all night
Feeling good inside
