Text: John Hiatt. Down in Front.

I spend so much time tryin'
To learn all your languages
I got nothin' to say

It's all cheap talk in kind
And a matter of time
Some fool gets his way

Down on his knees
He says I've got this feelin'
That you're not
That kind of girl

And no one knows better
As he takes off your sweater
Just what he means
When he's promised you the world

Down in front
That's all they want
Just two square inches
He's a snake in britches

Shakin' your head
As you lie with the enemy
So much louder than words

And all that you felt
One more notch in his belt
Well, have you heard?

You got no heart for
These bullets he's loaded with
They just light up the sky

And who needs a hero
When it's zero to zero
I don't know, baby
It's just an alibi

Down in front
That's all they want
Just two square inches
He's a snake in britches

You could be any one
Who can't be bothered with names
Turn off the lites turn the
Latch, it's just more of the same, yeah

Down in front
Well, that's all they want
Just two square inches
He's a snake in britches

Down in front
That's all they want
Just two square inches
There are snakes in britches

Down in front
That's all they want
Just two square inches
There are snakes in britches

Down in front
That's all they want
Just two square inches
There are snakes in britches
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