You show up at my sister's house.   You come over waving your white flag,   ask me would I like to come for a drive?   And I would but I'm scared of what might    happen if you and I are alone again   and your fat fingers call out from the steering wheel   singing "How about it?"   and I can smell you lying next to me...      That wouldn't be so good.   No that wouldn't be so right.   Oh it wouldn't be so good at all.   This town this town this town is small.      When then Deni comes over with cake in her hand,   and I'm packing the dishes in the dishwasher away.   She says honey ain't it funny how her never understands   all the work a woman has to do in a day.   And I'm wondering if she's forgotten or if she well knows   that I used to live with you too,   and I know how you "go", yes I know how you "go".   I know all the little ways that lead to      you and I here alone again   laughing like bandits,   your fat fingers call out from the steering wheel,   singing "Lady, how about it?"   and I can smell you lying next to me...      That wouldn't be so good.   No that wouldn't be so wise.   Oh that wouldn't be so good at all.   This town this town is full of eyes.      If your old yellow pick-up truck    was shaking on the side of the road   then surely Jenny or Billy or Gus   would drive past and someone would know.      Yet you show up at my sister's house.   Yes you come over waving your white flag,   and you ask me "Would you like to come for a drive?"   and I would but I'm scared of what might happen.