Songtexte Condoms From Ukiah - Paris Street

She always thanked me after
As our bodies moved apart
As if it was just a favor
Out of the kindness of my heart

Well, it was an easy kindness
No real bother to be asked
Just some subtle calibrations
From what has worked in the past

Her name was Katya (Kathy, really)
A hurricane of desire
Nights with wine from Livermore
And condoms from Ukiah

With the last drops from the bottle
The hurricane moved on
We had to wait 'til the sun came up
To assess the damage done

Those thankful calibrations
Ceased to be enough
A whirlwind of poor circumstance
Soon caught up with us

Our inevitable parting
Would be just another filing
Wine-stained and fondly looked back on
In a box labeled 'bad timing'