That Wouldn't Be So Good

That Wouldn't Be So Good :
You show up at my sister's house.
You come over waving your white flag,
ask me would I like to come for a drive?
And I would but I'm scared of what might
happen if you and I are alone again
and your fat fingers call out from the steering wheel
singing "How about it?"
and I can smell you lying next to me...

That wouldn't be so good.
No that wouldn't be so right.
Oh it wouldn't be so good at all.
This town this town this town is small.

When then Deni comes over with cake in her hand,
and I'm packing the dishes in the dishwasher away.
She says honey ain't it funny how her never understands
all the work a woman has to do in a day.
And I'm wondering if she's forgotten or if she well knows
that I used to live with you too,
and I know how you "go", yes I know how you "go".
I know all the little ways that lead to

you and I here alone again
laughing like bandits,
your fat fingers call out from the steering wheel,
singing "Lady, how about it?"
and I can smell you lying next to me...

That wouldn't be so good.
No that wouldn't be so wise.
Oh that wouldn't be so good at all.
This town this town is full of eyes.

If your old yellow pick-up truck
was shaking on the side of the road
then surely Jenny or Billy or Gus
would drive past and someone would know.

Yet you show up at my sister's house.
Yes you come over waving your white flag,
and you ask me "Would you like to come for a drive?"
and I would but I'm scared of what might happen.