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Well I'm listening to the same old crap tonight And I got my ass glued to the same old seat at the 8 Ball The opening band is punching me in the face Why don't we pack our bags and head on out today Nobody's playing ball and the wolves are at my door There's beer in the fridge and the cat's gone I wanna turn the lights out and dance with you Turn the lights out it's gonna see me through Turn the lights out and I can almost see it all Well I'm sitting on cement step with a tear in my eye Thinking about the time Bobby Smith and the girls that we let slip us by I wonder what would happen if I'd a turned out differently And the opening band is playing this just for me Simply put I need affection and a little resurrection If it doesn't cost too much So many times I find myself down at the deepest part of the pool I got a cup of something and it's green and it tastes so wonderful I want to share it with the birds and the bees and the trees and everyone From Letras Mania