It was late at night when you came back homeI knew you should have guessed I would be aloneSo I put a bottle in the fridgeBest quality aroundAnd you slipped out of your clothesWithout any soundIt was just like the hissing of the heatOn the highwayI can't believe she's out againProbably visiting that dirty old manDifferently from me, he does like to drinkSomebody once told me he drinks mojitosWell, isn't that a gay drink?Mojitos?Will his love be like his rum?Will his love be like this drum?I can't stand the thoughtOf her being with that dirty old manJust like the hissing of the heat on the highwayWhich made her come his wayJust like the hissing of the heatOn the highwayOn the highwayJust like the hissing of the heatOn the highwayJust like the hissing of the heatOn the highwayJust like the hissing of the heatOn the highwayJust like the hissing of the heatOn the highwayMade her come my way