Sonny Thompson - Dinner With Delores lyrics

Dinner with Delores Must be some kind of sin Like a Brontosaurus She was packing it in The first night we dined And by the next time This girl was eating all but the tip And by the stroke of midnight She wanted some more (more) Showing dirty movies Like some kind of who*e But she was wasting her time Cause there wasn't a line That would make me come 'round her door Dinner with Delores Must be some kind of sin Her bell's just a-broken (bell's just broken) Since 1984 (Dancing) Dancing like a white girl (white girl) On disco dirty floors Damn, Delores, pick another subject please Introduce the carpet to something other than your knees Like a real confession No one could be more made up than you Nothings left for guessing What a shame (Boo hoo) Boo hoo [guitar solo] I'd call you a friend But it must be a sin And I've run out of cheeks to turn Dinner with Delores No more, that's the end