The Ike Reilly Assa**ination - Charcoal Days And Sterling Nights lyrics

One, two... Well, it's a good night to find a bad friend I saw you leaning on the weekend And you were telling anybody that would listen That you would never dream of going missing You try to make me believe With all your slick flattery There's something decent laying deep down inside of me And though you love your man You said you never really been In such an unspeakable position like the one you got in Well, it's those lies you tell That make me wanna be your lover Well, the lowdown Was that there was a knock-down drag-out fight Over by your house on Sunday night The neighbors said that someone called the police And that you were outside in your panties and your bare feet And that your husband was out of town on business and "Oh, how, Officer, I wished that I went with him" He's at a seminar on real estate in K-Town Gonna learn to buy a house for no money down" Well, it's those lies you tell That make me wanna be your lover The crown in your eyes Makes me wanna run for cover The storm in your thighs Makes it all feel right Oh, those charcoal days And those sterling nights It doesn't even matter now, whoa It's not even up to you, whoa It doesn't even matter now Anyhow Well, it's a fine line to make a big mess Out of every little thing that ever mattered to us The last man standing First man glad-handed Gets to handle all the baggage you got on your train Make me feel like steel, steal like a thief You see it, there's something in my eyes that's so believable Well, it's those lies you tell That make me wanna be your lover The crown in your eyes Makes me wanna run for cover The storm in your thighs Makes it all feel right Oh, those charcoal days And those sterling nights It doesn't even matter now, whoa It's not even up to you, whoa It doesn't even matter now, whoa It's not even up to you, whoa It doesn't even matter now, whoa It's not even up to you, whoa It doesn't even matter now, whoa It's not up to you, whoa