paroles de chanson Service Merchandise - Small Black

Just noticed that summer was over now
Nobody works here anymore
I'm just hanging around
You said I was useless, but could half-ass the job
You said I'm the human torch burning up the clock
Was that you out in the parking lot?
We could meet up in the parking lot

Snuck the scotch you liked for Labor Day
Had to walk to work, the folks took the Dodge away
Maybe next summer, we can head down the shore
We could do donuts and get stoned, lose your car
We can meet up in the parking lot
Was that you out in the parking lot?

October days
October nights
In the meantime
Human torch
On my dashboard
swinging in
the mirror