Just between you and me, I don't know what I'm doing here.
In your room, close to you, full of shit and free beer.
My brother, the bartender.
I tip him well and I drink for free.
He takes food care of me.
Anyway, I'm here.
I'm a bicycle.
I'm too tired to ride home.
If it's okay with you can I take off these shoes and stay the night?
Just between you and me, this thing between you and me might not be anything
worth singing about.
Or it might be just what I need.
Someone to take my mind off of things at the end of a long day.
Someone to take my pants off of me at the end of a long night.
Either way, we're here.
We're two bicycles.
Ridden, too tired to know which one of us two was dumb enough to choose the other
as a lover.