Just So - Dealership

Don’t you think it’s time

you told me who you are?

No better place than now —

the back seat of your car.

You’ve got this thing, you know,

this thing that makes me want to eat you up.

Don’t you think I know

what you want from me?

But you remember how

I like it on my knees

You’ve got this thing, you know,

this thing that makes me want to eat you up.

And aren’t you just so -?

Don’t you think I wish

that love could melt like snow?

Acid in your smile,

I think it suits you so