I put you on the King car   You'll be home in an hour   I ought to wipe the slate clean   With new sheets and a shower      You think I jumped the gun   Well, I think I bit the bullet   If I held that trigger again   I think I'd aim at you and pull it      I don't really know you   But you were no Casanova      You decide what I'm here to provide   Fun and conversation versus   Good old-fashioned lubrication   I'm fine, this is all contrived   And I'm fine that you're just   On vacation      I don't regret what we did   Nothing wrong with a little impulse   But, man, what I wouldn't give   To be the one not returning your calls      I don't really know you   But you were no Casanova   And that just goes to show you   That I'm right back where I started   Not even broken-hearted      I'm not even broken-hearted      It's a little bit to late   To correct this whole mistake   So I'm laying where we lay   Trying to lose this constant replay      I don't really know you   But you were no Casanova   And that just goes to show you   That I'm right back where I started   Not even broken-hearted