Lyrics

Sugar on the knees of the baby Sugar on the knees of the girl It's a bittersweet kind of reflex Sugar on the knees of the baby Sugar on the knees of the girl It's a bittersweet kind of reflex A bittersweet kind of reflex for sure I see you kicking rocks and waiting after school The weeds through pavement circa 1982 A car door opens and you climb into the gloom There's a drink on the dash and a french cigarette glowing Sugar on the knees of the baby Sugar on the knees of the girl It's a bittersweet kind of reflex Sugar on the knees of the baby Sugar on the knees of the girl It's a bittersweet kind of reflex A bittersweet kind of reflex for sure The crowd was beaming as you floated down the aisle A small reception circle, one familiar smile You hesitated in your own peculiar style Was a drink in his hand, and a french cigarette glowing