Dessa - Dutch lyrics

rate me

mind your step I keep the overhead low

just the bed and the books and the rotary phone

Chicago Manual of Style keeps the prose right crisp

The Minneapolis Edition, well it goes like this:

well I talk way too fast

and I shoot from a glass

I keep Pope in the glovebox

Plath on the dash

and there's nobody shotgun

I got enough gas

to get Vegas by daybreak

I'm not coming back

I'm pushin this luck

all the way to the coast

I'm throwin it over

just to see if it floats

I'm taking my chances,

I'm making my own

cause I've been pretty impatient, I'm ready to go

I'm the book

that beat the speedreader

and I'm the card the dealers won't touch

and it's just not true I'm a maneater,

all the same, we should probablly go Dutch

careful kid with that wolf whistle

you never know what you'll attract

and you shouldn't make noise

to which you wouldn't wanna listen

what's good for the goose is good for the

Gander back...

and I'm packed and I'm out before dawn

leave a tip on the sink, ah, the staff they worked hard

I hit rain, I hit sleet, but mostly weather stays good

hit a deer on I-80 fucked up the hood

but you can't play for keeps if you never draw blood

you just brace and you breathe

you drive through the dust

you go through people and places

you hope the engine can take it

they get you up on the blocks on a regular basis

but innocence is over-rated

based on what you haven't done

I don't need a poker face

open book, smoking gun

renagade agent, I got no taste for their races

I run on whiskey and risk and ennui and impatience

I'm the book

that beat the speedreader

and I'm the card the dealers won't touch

and it's just not true I'm a maneater,

all the same, we should probablly go Dutch

love it like liquor it burns as it moves you

far as I figure there's nobody fireproof

so thank you for the offer it truly was kind of you

I'd take you up on it, but just passing through

cause I talk way too fast

and I shoot from a glass

I keep Pope in the glovebox, Plath on the dash

and there's no one in shotgun, I got enough gas

to get Vegas by daybreak, I'm not coming back

no I'm not coming back

I'm the book

that beat the speedreader

and I'm the card the dealers won't touch

and it's just not true I'm a maneater,

all the same, we should probablly go Dutch