Charcoal Days And Sterling Nights

One, two...
 Well, it's a good night to find a bed friend
 I saw you leaning on the weekend
 And you were telling anybody that would listen
 That you would never dream of going missing
 You try to make me believe
 With all your slick flattery
 There's something decent laying deep down inside of me
 And though you love your man
 You said you never really been
 In such an unspeakable position like the one you got in
 Well, it's those lies you tell
 That make me wanna be your lover
 Well, the lowdown
 Was that there was a knock-down drag-out fight
 Over by your house on Sunday night
 The neighbors said that someone called the police
 And that you were outside in your panties and your bare feet
 And that your husband was out of town on business in Iowa
 "Officer, I wished that I went with him"
 He's at a seminar on real estate in K-Town
 Gonna learn to buy a house for no money down"
 Well, it's those lies you tell
 That make me wanna be your lover
 The crown in your eyes
 Makes me wanna run for cover
 The storm in your thighs
 Makes it all feel right
 Oh, those charcoal days
 And those sterling nights
 It doesn't even matter now, whoa
 It's not even up to you, whoa
 It doesn't even matter now
 Anyhow
 Well, it's a fine line to make a big mess
 Out of every little thing that ever mattered to us
 The last man standing
 First man glad-handed
 Gets to handle all the baggage you got on your train
 Make me feel like steel, steal like a thief
 You see it, there's something in my eyes that's so believable
 Well, it's those lies you tell
 That make me wanna be your lover
 The crown in your eyes
 Makes me wanna run for cover
 The storm in your thighs
 Makes it all feel right
 Oh, those charcoal days
 And those sterling nights
 It doesn't even matter now, whoa
 It's not even up to you, whoa
 It doesn't even matter now, whoa
 It's not even up to you, whoa
 It doesn't even matter now, whoa
 It's not even up to you, whoa
 It doesn't even matter now, whoa
 It's not up to you, whoa