(Come on, shake)

Thought I had you pegged

On the prowl for men who look money

You'd find one, delight his eye

He'd bite, you'd pull the reel in

He'd buy a round of drinks

All your friends would blink in envy

Instead, you headed straight for me, dragged me gratefully to the floor

And said: "Let's see you shake!"

"Look, I'd believe this if you came here more on your own accord

Not just to win a bet with yourself. Or a ring

Not just to seize the tension, or be adored

"See, at 19, to be a wiser boy, I hid beneath the radar's range

I met sisters who, with hearts destroyed

Made all men look like junked John Waynes

"Since no cries of Ecstasy have convinced me

I've no idea what it's gonna take to change this mindset

I've had ever since and can't seem to shake."

And you replied: "Hell, let's both un-zip our souls

And run through fields with the goat-hoofed gods

And swim, all star-lit, in lonesome lakes."

And I said "Right! How long you think the ride there's gonna take?"

(Go on shake)

(Shake up. Shake down. Shake up. Shake down. Shake somehow.)