John Hiatt - Ethylene Lyrics
Im sitting on the toiletWith my sunglasses onWondering what you are up toThis hotels got bathroom telephonesBut I dont want to interrupt youYou might be painting your nailsWith your hot curlers onEach one a different colorOr listening to that beach boys sailing songSloop john b or anotherChorus:Ethylene, my ethyleneMy love for you is just obsceneMy deer you dressMy fish you cleanBut you are nowhere to be seenMy ethyleneWell you could bag your limitWith a bow and arrowYeah you could skin a cougar in the darkWell I thought we were walkingDown the straight and narrowHowd we ever drift so far apartI took my eighteen wheelsOn this road to nowhereAnd you disappeared right up in the hillsLike smoke up a chimneyGirl, I go thereYeah in my dreams I visit you stillChorusNow some men will driveTo the edges of nothingSo they can take a peak at the great abyssSome men avoid loveLike it was a plague or somethingSo they can leave the seat downWhen they pissI miss that crocheted thingYou kept on the kleenex boxI miss my feetOn your cold linoleum floorSippin hot coffeeAfter makin love till daybreakWell ethylene a fool would ask for moreChorus twiceMy ethylene, my ethylene, my ethylene
