Bed Sheet Wing

Lyrics

One night she came home real late and Walked in to shouts and degrading What kind of dummy would take it? What kind of poor sap's a doormat? What will she want while she's waiting? White wind to whisk her to safety No sleep tonight for the turmoil No till tonight for the topsoil Right now they're smoking in Paris Nice weather September terrace She's bedding down with a drill press Fresh breath and pink satin night dress Ooh, she really don't know how to fly But with a bed sheet wing she'd surely sail the sky Turning the ignition key She sees the empty light and knows that she is right For the first time in a very long, long time She finally straightened her eyepatch Withdrew the funds from her cash stash Lifted the pin from the gate latch Struck lit her cig with a bar match She always felt like a nice catch Not just a bone for the dog fetch Ooh, she really don't know how to fly But with a bed sheet wing she'd surely sail the sky Turning the ignition key She sees the empty light and knows that she is right For the first time in perhaps her whole entire life But it's been at least a very long, long time