slim pickings

she smelled like roses and whiskey

she looked like she'd ran the mile

she could've been a good lay

back in the 80's one day

pickings are slim on a dime

and i guess she'll do me fine

throw back some shots at the bar

she lives around the corner

not far

i'm pinned against the wall

handcuffed to the bed

my screams go down the hall

for this six foot blonde with long legs on

woke up i was drunk and stoned

hell yeah i'm in the wrong home

some guy screaming in my ear

guess i can't stay for another.