Gay Bar

If you told me that we'd died
 And gone to the gay bar
 I woulda said "that seems right"
 Cause I knew you'd had a few
 When I got into the car
 I was clutching the upholstery tight
 Saint Peter clad in leather
 She was looking quite salacious
 But the fire never met her eyes
 And the cowboys dipped in glitter
 Brought us into their good graces
 You were sorry that you're not their type
 You were sorry that you're not their
 Oo-oo-oo
 Ah-Ah-Ah
 The swaying of your braids
 Gave impression of a halo
 But saying so would make me trite
 Well I think I coulda stayed
 For forever in the disco
 Dancing by the fractured light
 You were lovely by the fractured
 Oo-oo-oo
 Ah-ah-ah-ah
 Ah-ah-oo
 Baby isn't this the afterlife?
 Singing karaoke in a dive