You told me where you lived
Just before he went away for 2 weeks
You told me
Did you want me to come to see you
While he was away?
That might have been exciting
Finally, after all this time
To meet
At the end of your cul-de-sac
With cognac
And you dressed all in black
Or would you have called the police
Even after inviting me in?
Just like you did before
And would you have told them
That i stole your delivery package
Of men's dockers
And smiled as they carted me off
Yet again?
But, really, who steals pants
And dockers, no less
At the end of a lonely road
In the far-out west?
Nobody
That's who
Nobody stole your dockers, baby
And nobody's coming for you