Cigarette ashes on the wet cement

Street corner choir sings an old lament

Slum lord devil’s gonna raise the rent

My backs been broken and all the money’s spent

(chorus)

Ooh baby what you want I got

So crazy don’t move from that spot

Burnin’ me up with those lips so hot

Drive me wild in a parking lot

Scene from a movie that I can’t forget

Keep goin’ back to the night we met

Parked my car when I saw a face

Sex a la carte in the perfect space

(repeat chorus)

Thought she would rain on our rendezvous

She showed up late, looking calm and cool

Wanted me to take her like a man

In the back seat of a blue sedan

Written by Frankie Moreno / B.T. Brunelle

©2004 Luccivanni Publishing – BMI

Completed in Las Vegas, Nevada

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