Lyrics:

Got your little secret no I will not tellYou're trying to sober up in the highway motelAnd my hands are covered with your smellYou begged me to stay and sing you a songI dance dirty for you cuz it turns you onAnd I'm a little bleeder with white pants onAnd if you weren't so old I'd probably keep youIf you weren't so old I'd tell my friendsBut I don't think your wife would like my friendsI've got a hit for everyday of the weekI gave you something of mine that was so sweetThat I've been holding on to since I was sixteenYou call me Danny and I call you MableYou passed out so I flicked through cableAnd I stole your gold watch off the bed-side table