1998 Todd E. Jones

I'm in love with anonymous strangers
As we trade those secret glances while driving in our cars
As she gently rocks the car seat to pacify baby
I'm in deep deep deep denial about the little golden band (on her hand)

One day she'll ask me how I'm doing (one day when I least expect)
That's when the magic will begin (that is when the magic will begin)
Then she'll inquire how I'm doing since the last time that we spoke
then I'll tell a joke

I'm in love with a Waffle House waitress
She left me scattered, smothered, chunked and covered just thinkin' 'bout her hair (down there)
With her deep sky blue eye shadow that's smeared to her eye brows
that compliments the bruises that bracelet both her arms

Maybe I'll ask her how she's doing (one day when I least expect)
That's when the magic will begin (that is when the magic will begin)
Then I'll inquire what she's doin' when she finishes her shift
Catch the drift?

All I wanna know is
Wanderlust, is it wrong for us
to hunger for a blonder bust?
Do we squander trust when wanderlust holds sway?

I'm in love with 1-900-HOT-PANTS
I can tell by the way she sparkles every time I call
We've been spending time together, every moment so precious
And I know it won't be long 'til she gives me her all

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