Bel Air Old 97's

I've been lightin' matches in the Boiler Room
Wearing sulphur perfume
(Don't I smell nice?)

You come sniffin' around just like you own the joint
You know it's rude to point
(Don't make me tell you twice.)

Well I like the way you walk
That's why I left my door unlocked
I must be going off half-cocked. (I sometimes do.)

You think it's funny, but I know it ain't no joke
There's nothing left to read in here, there's nothing left to smoke
Before the band kicks in, the getting better start
(I'll stomp a mud hole in your heart.)

You poured whiskey in my Slurpee, swear to God you got me drunk
Now I'm thinking that I'm sunk
(And I can't swim.)

I'm drowning in the back seat of a '61 Bel Air
I got a mouthful of your hair
(A handful of skin.)

I ain't suffocating
I'm just sick and tired of waiting
Stop this pointless hesitating. (Pull me in.)