Got a beat up matchbook
Half a bottle of gin
Two hours in the car outside your house

Don't wanna go in
Fifty something years old
You make me feel like I'm twenty five

Wanna spend what's left with you
And base it on a beautiful lie


Half of a century and then I lose my mind
I wanna live fifty years and then turn back time
Got a beat up matchbook

Half a bottle of gin
Two hours in the car outside your house
Don't wanna go in


Got a pixie cut
Got a low cut blouse

Got a purebred dog, got a little red car
I got a big dead house
Thirty something years old

Don't look a day over twenty five
Wanna spend what's left with me?
I swear we'll lead a guilty life


Half of a century and then I lose my mind
I wanna live fifty years and then turn back time

Got a pixie cut
Got a low cut blouse
Got a purebred dog, got a little red car

I gotta big dead house