Naked in Public

from Easy, Maverick by The Nod

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The last aisle sold the spirits
He sat there for weeks on clearance
Fell in the cart of a young gal
Looking to raise some hell

The weekends were for moshing
A whiskey handle and his 6-string
Wrote her a romantic comedy
She punched his V-card in a heartbeat

She said shake down to nothing, everyone’s sleeping
There’s no sense in worrying
You can’t do this stuff at 40

They played around with toy board games
Then they toyed around with real feelings
She held sturdy in a concrete mix
He was off balance like italics

The weekdays were for serving
Screwing off despite managerial warnings
Passing time with thumb wars
And planning a mid-night drive

She said speed
Down coffee lane on caffeine
There’s no sense in worrying
You can’t do this stuff at 40

Naked in public, bones bare
Helpless emperor’s new shorts
Backseat ain’t standard, please advise
Coppers came looking, flashlights in eyes
The law’s loudspeaker, sirens high
But we weren’t high, no not that time
She said there’s no sense in worrying
You can’t do this stuff at 40

She said toast
To salud, healthy longitude
Let’s show ourselves some fortitude
She said trust me, hear me, know me
I know a thing or two
I’ve got 2 years on you
And I’ll be damned
If we can't do this stuff at 40

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from Easy, Maverick, released June 4, 2010
Brett Newski - Vocals, Guitars, Drums
Eric Maloney - Backup Vocals, Bass, Keyboards

Lyrics by Brett Newski.

Music by Brett Newski and Eric Maloney.

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