I’ve just skidded in on bald tires
with the metal showing,
steam coming out from under my hood,
A Dream Ethereal, baby.
And I’ve got my Daisy Duke psychedelic tinsel-threaded short shorts on.
And I’m going to stand on the top
of the back seat (where my fantasies about you live)
and jump right out of my convertible
and I’m going to show you my
badge.
And tell you how I’ve come
a long, long way to see you
from the place I dreamed you first
before I got this car.
Before I got this car
I walked the holey soles of my boots down to my bare feet.
Left my red boots like hard glowing husks,
remnants of a cocoon of some vast and beautiful butterfly,
left them in a field.
And I dug my badge out of the clay by the creek
and formed it into official love.
And now you’re still beautiful and I’m still feeling it.
And I wish I could hold you in a holding cell.
So what, Finger print me, love cops.
So what, Take my mug shot, love cops.
Put me in Handcuffs, love cops.
Gimme a No Trespass Order, love cops.
So put me under House Arrest, love cops.
I’ll wear that cute little
Radio Tracking Device for you, love cops.
I love a man in a uniform anyway.
I have a thing for authority figures.
You can do all that stuff to me but
You can’t stop the love vibe
Born of the boots of a long-walkin’ soft hearted
Criminal.
BB
