Until Then

Dippin' up around the bend

I'm sure tied up and I don't know when

You know there's just a couple of things that I like

Meet you, woman, at a quarter to three

Now get down on your bendin' knees

You know there's just a couple of things that I like

But don't get busted and ashamed

I'm lookin' out for you time and time again

The Holy One, the Nightingale

Laughin' on your way to hell

Look a little down the road

You hit it and you quit it and you already know

The simpler things have passed you by

But alone you'll be your well run dry

Besotted, and forgotten

Maybe we’ll just let it be

Until then, there’s the weekend

Until then

So won't you write to me and tell me a great story

About a little nobody who stole the whole of a golden bowl of shit

Goddamn, sorry for Ann

The bigger and the thicker be the only man

You're in my skin and holdin' my tongue

And girl, my dusty bell you rung

I don't care if you have indecision

When I see you down, girl, you know I'll be grinnin'

I don't care if they wrapped you in linen

When you come around, girl, no fuck will be given

I don't care if you have superstition

Everywhere you go, you see my apparition

I don't care if you're safe and you're sound

You're gonna scream my name when my ghost comes around

Besotted, and forgotten

But maybe we’ll just let it be

Until then, there’s the weekend

Until then

Besotted, and forgotten

And maybe we’ll just let it be

Until then, there’s the weekend

Until then!