Dutch

Mind your step, I keep the overhead low
Just the bed and the books and the rotary phone
Chicago Manual of Style keeps the prose right crisp
Minneapolis edition, well, it goes like this

Well, I talk way too fast, I shoot from a glass
I keep Poe in the glovebox, Plath on the dash
And there's nobody shotgun, I got enough gas
To get Vegas by daybreak, I'm not coming back
I'm pushing this luck all the way to the coast
I'm throwin' it over just to see if it floats
I'm taking my chances, I'm making my own
'Cause I've been pretty and patient, I'm ready to go

I'm the book that beat the speed-reader
And I'm the card the dealers won't touch
And it's just not true I'm a man-eater
All the same
We should probably go Dutch
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader
And I'm the card the dealers won't touch
And it's just not true I'm a man-eater
All the same
We should probably go Dutch, so

Careful, kid, with that wolf-whistle
You never know what you'll attract
And you shouldn't make noise to which you wouldn't wanna listen
What's good for the goose is good for the gander
Back and I'm packed and I'm out before dawn
Leave a tip on the sink, all the staff they work hard
I hit rain, I hit sleet, but mostly weather stays good
Hit a deer on I-80, fucked up the hood
But you can't play for keeps if you never draw blood
You just brace and you breathe, you drive through the dust
You go through people and places, you hope the engine can take it
They get you up on the blocks on a regular basis
But innocence is overrated, based on what you haven't done
I don't need a poker face, open book, smoking gun
Renegade agents, I got no taste for their races
I run on whiskey and risk and ennui and impatience

I'm the book that beat the speed-reader
And I'm the card the dealers won't touch
And it's just not true I'm a man-eater
All the same
We should probably go Dutch
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader
And I'm the card the dealers won't touch
And it's just not true I'm a man-eater
All the same, all the same
We should probably go Dutch, 'cause

Love is like liquor, it burns as it moves you
Far as I figure, there's nobody fireproof
So thank you for the offer, it truly was kind of you
I'd take you up on it, but just passing through
'Cause I talk way too fast, and I shoot from a glass
I keep Poe in the glovebox, Plath on the dash
And there's no one in shotgun, I got enough gas
To get Vegas by daybreak, I'm not coming back
(I'm not coming back, no I'm not coming back)
(No I'm not, no I'm not, no I'm not coming back)

I'm the book that beat the speed-reader
And I'm the card the dealers won't touch
And it's just not true I'm a man-eater
All the same
We should probably go Dutch
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader
And I'm the card the dealers won't touch
And it's just not true I'm a man-eater
All the same
We should probably go Dutch