Until Then

Dippin' up around the bend
 I'm sure tied up and I don't know when
 You know there's just a couple of things that I like
 Meet you woman at a quarter of three
 Now get down on your bending knees
 You know there's just a couple of things that I like
 Don't get busted and ashamed
 I'm looking off of you time and time again
 The holy one, the nightingale, laughing on your way to hell
 Look a little down the road
 You hit it and you quit it and you already know
 The simpler things have passed you by
 Alone you'll be, your well run dry
 Besotted and forgotten
 And maybe we'll just let it be
 Until then, there's the weekend
 Until then
 So won't you write to me and tell me your great story
 About a little nobody who stole a whole of
 A golden bowl of shit, Goddamn, sorry for Ann
 Gonna make her think I'll be the only man
 You're in my skin, you're on my tongue
 And girl, my dusty bell you rung
 I don't care if you have indecision
 When I see you down girl, you know I'll be grinnin'
 I don't care if they wrap you in linen
 When you come around girl, no fuck will be given
 I don't care if you have superstition
 Everywhere you go you'll see my apparition
 I don't care if you're safe and you're sound
 You're gonna scream my name when my ghost
 Comes around
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 Besotted and forgotten
 But maybe we'll just let it be
 Until then, there's the weekend
 Until then
 Besotted and forgotten
 But maybe we'll just let it be
 Until then, there's the weekend
 Until then