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Cadillac

The hour is late, it’s just after eight
it’s not very far, you took the car
you should have been at home by now

You might have a flat, let’s look at the facts
The only thing flat, is you on your back
‘cause that’s how you like your facts

You just can’t explain, when I mention his name
why your eyes say you’re lying
and hiding, the fact you love this game

It’s never your fault, ‘cause you never were caught
working my pride as you drive
that knife into my back

Get out of the way…
got no chance under two tons of Cadillac

I’ll just have to wait, outside of his place
and watch from the shadows, as he
kisses your face

I’ve got to accept, that nothing is left
and all that I had, even so sad
is everything you want

I was your dog!
that you never did walk

Get out of my way…
you got no chance under two tons of Cadillac

The hour is late, it’s long after eight
you’re not going too far, chances are
you won’t be making me wait

What’s that you say? If you had it your way?
You wouldn’t be caught dead, in red
with tracks on your back

I have to confess, that my new happiness
was well worth the cost, of seeing you tossed
off the hood of my Cadillac.

The one I never let you drive
CADILLAC
The one that catches every eye
CADILLAC
The one you told me not to buy
CADILLAC

Words & Music: sawatzky
2000 sawatzky
SOCAN

(c) sawatzky/SOCAN

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