Gasoline

you said “is she pretty, would you like me more if I looked like that”
I said “shit, you’re crazy - she’s a maybe but you’re a definite”
with forever hanging right beside me, dazed and perfect and wonderfully obscene
I said “if my desire is a fire then you are the gasoline”
you said when I’m in focus I’m still hopelessly a blur
and I said “I can’t help it, that’s my favorite color”
it seems I said something wrong, made you upset with “trust me, she’s not you”
see right there, she’s more dangerous than double-dare, but you’ve got something too
and she’s got nothing on you
I try to lead myself out of this touchy situation
for the ways I wonder now I’m under the threat of fire
when every question has a good-enough answer
I’ll take my chances and steal another glance
her worst mistake was changing shape, and I don’t really dig girls who wear that much make-up
it seems I said something, I need a safety net when falling over you
all I know is that double-dare will often go someplace misconstrued
and she’s got nothing on you
walking hand in hand through the hills of Neverland
you’re my Wendy-bird and I’m your Pan the Man
you said “is she pretty, would you like me more if I looked like that”
I said “you know, you’re crazy - she’s a maybe but you’re a definite”
with forever hanging right beside me, dazed and perfect and wonderfully obscene
I said “if my desire is a fire then you are the gasoline”
seems I said something wrong again; you gotta know I didn’t mean to
cuz double-dare over there won’t be dusting anywhere we’re dusting
seems I said something wrong again; I take it all back I do
cuz double-dare over there won’t be dusting anywhere we’re dusting to
and she’s got nothing on you