"That's a godawful lot of barbecue sauce," she says
I'd recognize that Smokey-eye anywhere
The kind that makes you want to spit into oncoming traffic
I taste like salt and vinegar I smell like red wine
"Where's the booze?" I ask hurriedly to some poor oyster-colored fool
Smokey-eye
You've turned my life into a minefield
You've done it
Like you've done it before
Fifteen dollars for a slice of pizza
She says, "See ya"
But I know I won't 'cause I'll be space-time away
He pours me in the right direction
With a white-gloved hand
I drop into the barstool
And get lightyears away
Smokey-eye
You've turned my life into a minefield
You've done it
Like you've done it before