| Moccasin |
| a night of apologies just more said-I'm-sorrys beckoning come-to-mes thoughts whispered sweetly you girls make no mistake he's cold as a snake he'll put you in your place barefoot and lonely don't get caught in the grass don't get don't get caught in the grass don't get don't get caught in the grass don't get caught his kiss'll pull your teeth to see what's underneath balanced on fingertips he'll still take you I'm only flesh and bones no match for sticks and stones look under every home he might be waiting |