Text: Honeyhoney. Thursday Night.

I'm sittin' here with you tonight..
You make an awful pretty sight..
Since it's just us two tonight,
I think that we should screw tonight.

I'm feelin' kinda stuck tonight..
An old jukebox with a neon light..
I bit down on my luck tonight..
I think that we should fuck tonight.

It's not that I'm just using you,
you just look like you need it too,
And when that sun comes rolling through,
We'll have done what we came to do.

It's just me and you tonight..
I got no bark and I got no bite
-- unless of course that's what you like..
'might not get much sleep tonight.

It's not that I'm just using you --
you just look like you need it too.
And when that sun comes rolling through,
we'll have done what we came to do.

Ain't no need to think tonight,
to whisper "babe" or wink tonight.
Seems to me you'll do alright,
just keep bringing those drinks tonight.