getting nervous about you

A dancing skeleton on a drunken body.
That's me. It's alright.
And you lash the rhythm to my melody. So right.

You know my gritty dalliance with the absurd.
Well, you said you like it; I'll take your word.
You know I got the soul of one truly possessed.
I'm digging such a big hole. Won't you clean this mess?
Girl have mercy. I'm a wild-eyed hell raiser.
And your wild eyes will bring me joy and aggravation.
That's alright with me if it's alright with you.
I'm just a mortal man that don't mind dying with you.

Girl, I'm getting nervous about you.


So be the jailer to this killer.
Be the preacher to this devil.
Try and kiss me in the morning.
Walk your high heels on my gravel.

I've been closing my eyes while driving.
I've been going nowhere 100 miles an hour.
Girl won't you run me out of gas?
Just fill me up with your kind of power.
I've been watching you from the bottom of my glass.
Laidback, crawling and falling apart.
You've heard me sing. You'll hear me cry.
I said, please pretty baby, won't you grab my running heart?

Girl, I'm getting nervous about you.

So be the jailer to this killer.
Be the preacher to this devil.
Try and kiss me in the morning.
Walk your high heels on my gravel.

(She says)
I’ll be the jailer to you killer,
I’ll be the preacher to you devil.
I’ll try and kiss you in the morning.
I’ll walk my high heels on your gravel.