DARLIN' (AND SHE CALLED ME)

Darlin' – well I love your thrift shop clothes
And your garter belts and your hose
My imagination grows
When she calls me darlin'

And those San Francisco days
Collecting food stamps so afraid
Young lovers hide in the haze
Of their beauty

And now I love you even more
We're livin' rich to even out the score
But I see rich men oh so poor
They just talk to their drivers

I get embarrassed singing 'bout my love
It's like a steel fist hiding in a velvet glove
I don't want the world to turn it to
A grade B movie

And darlin’ -I love your erotic pose
And your timing so carefully chose
As she casually takes off her clothes
And whispers darlin'

And in these days of rock'n roll
And aerosol hot and cold
It's hard not to hide in the folds
Waiting for your deliverance

But she pushed me out in the world
She makes me charge with my flags unfurled
She gives me Erroll Flynn's moustache curl
I laugh at my rivals

And the odds are lookin' ten to one
And the Light Brigade shines so bright in the sun
You know everyone would like to run
But life is more than survival

Darlin' well the story goes on and on
And maybe Rhett Butler's wind is gone
But deserted mansions sing my song
It's not the wind goin darlin'


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