I tried so hard not to find the peculiaritiesIn her heartThere were broken pieces underneath itBut I triedTo slip it, trip it to the back of my mindBoy, I could do betterBut she would never let yaMarry meJesus Christ, you must be jokingYou're just 23, girl, what is that?Oh, this ain't meSunday morning, drinking black teaPaying well for hateAnd you're just leading the wayTry it, you would wanna buy itTake a ride on Sunday, you'd be home by MondayYou'd be sipping tonic, you'd be getting on itLike you did in 1986 with DixieIt's tragic, you'd be straight eroticThough you never said it, she knows you always thought itWasn't ever the same for meAs it is for youSo, thinking back againBefore we were just emotionally tragicalIt was cozy and carefreeSo, do not speakDon't listen to what my mind is makingI bet that's not worth delayingA story that's not worth delayingTry it, you would wanna buy itTake a ride on Sunday, you'd be home by MondayYou'd be sipping tonic, you'd be getting on itLike you did in 1936 with DixieIt's tragic, you'd be straight eroticThough you never said it, I knowWasn't ever the same for meNever the same for meAs it is for youA qualityIt's not to what you feel is familiarFor you it's just about me and meA dignitySated in your shallow waterThe taps run dryYou're drowning in your gin and tonicTry it, you would wanna buy itTake a ride on Sunday, you'd be home by MondayYou'd be sipping tonic, you'd be getting on itLike you did in 1986 with DixieIt's tragic, you'd be straight eroticThough you never said it, she knows you always thought itCause she's like a mother, don't you even botherYou're just wasting your timeTry it, you would wanna buy itTake a ride on Sunday, you'd be home by MondayYou'd be sipping tonic, you'd be getting on itLike you did in 1986 with DixieTry it, you would wanna buy itTake a ride on Sunday, you'd be getting on itLike you did in 1986 with DixieLike you did in 1986 with Dixie