Текст: Raveonettes. Pretty In Black. Twilight.

Honey don't kill that last cigarette
I got a long, long ways to go
I've been a-drinkin' and a-thinkin' all night long
Still got so much more to show
To you
Yeah

And when that hand comes searchin' between your thighs
You better play along to the tune
You got nothin' to prove, you're a bad little girl
And you know your life is in ruins
So come on, yeah
So come on, yeah

And when the sun retreats and you got the chills
And your feet are achin' to go
You better call on me 'cause I'm dog-gone horny
I'm not your friend but your foe
I've got so much time to please myself
I don't count it, in at all, all right yeah

My heart is like a fillin' station
And it jumped with joy when you pulled in
And you later got caught for speedin'
And this drug-cop says, "You need him"
But ain't no walls in the jail house safe enough
To hold you down tonight

I'll be right out here on the other side
Waitin' for you by the red twilight
So when Friday comes and you got the chills
And your feet are achin' to go
Don't have to call on me, 'cause I'm already there
Come on little girl, let's go

Come on little girl, let's go
Come on little girl, let's go
Come on little girl, let's go
Come on little girl, let's go