A tale of street tough romance, a Romeo and Juliet for the criminal set. Guitars, vocals, bass, piano, drums and mix by Mark Courter
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Lyrics
It’s Saturday night and I gotta hot date
So I shine my El Dorado with the stolen plates
Get my things together, don’t want to be late
Throw on some threads and then I’m out the gate
She’s got rings on her fingers and rings on her toes
A couple in her eyebrows and one in her nose
Tattoos up above and some down below
A couple in places nobody knows
She’s not the kind of girl
You bring home to Mom
But I’m fascinated
She agitates my mind
She’s just what I want
But concentrated
Later that evening we drive out to the woods
To a cozy little shack where we stash our goods
Just a couple fellas sitting ‘round the shack
Acting real cool when we walk in the back
Calculating shares from our last take
Another mark fell for our shake and bake
A smile on her lips, a gleam in her eyes
Sizing up the boys so she can stay apprised
She’s not the kind of girl
You bring home to Mom
But I’m fascinated
She agitates my mind
She’s just what I want
But concentrated
Instrumental verse
All of my life I’ve been a dreamer
I thought to myself as we boosted a Beamer
Wind blowing back her spiky hair
Must I explain just where it went from there?
She’s not the kind of girl
You bring home to Mom
But I’m fascinated
She agitates my mind
She’s everything I need
But concentrated
I’m not the kind of guy
You take home to Mom
So perhaps it’s fated
She says what’s on her mind
I’m just what she wants
Now my heart’s inflated