Lyrics:

Aww right!Long shot lover was a real bun busterTalkin' lethal fantasyCos the next best thing was nothin' muchAnd the next best thing was meWell, I was workin' on approvalSo I got her on the rocksAnd I put her on the tip of my tongueI said, 'Don't get smart with an angel, babeYou ain't the girl next doorAn' we ain't done'Wow! It's a simple fantasyLast CallAn' I don't need no drinkThis is Last CallCould be later than you thinkLast CallBefore they hit the lightsThis is Last CallBut that don't mean goodnightI'm a real good loserCause I get a lot of practiceWith the breaksWhen they're beatin' my boysSo I asked her,'What's the only thing to do in this town?'An' she gives me a multiple choice!It's like Peter Pan an' TinkerbellPoised on the perverbial brinkI asked her,'How the hell you get in those tight blue jeans?'She said,'For starters you could buy me a drink...'Gotta stoop to conquer meLast CallAn' I don't need no drinkThis is Last CallCould be later than you thinkLast CallWow! Before they hit the lightsThis is Last CallBut that don't mean goodnightI'm a real good loserCause I get a lot of practiceWith the breaksWhen they're beatin' my boysSo I asked her,'What's the only thing to do in this town?'An' she gives me a multiple choice...It's like Peter Pan an' TinkerbellPoised on the perverbial brinkI asked her,'How the hell you get in those tight blue jeans?'She said,'For starters you could buy me a drink...'It was...-ac