Westby Lyrics - Failer - Kathleen Edwards

Got your little secret, no, I will not tell 

You're trying to sober up in the highway motel 

And my hands are covered with your smell 

You begged me to stay and sing you a song 

I dance dirty for you 'cuz it turns you on 

And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on 

And if you weren't so old, I'd probably keep you 

If you weren't so old, I'd tell my friends 

But I don't think your wife would like my friends 

I've got a hit for everyday of the week 

I gave you something of mine that was so sweet 

That I've been holding on to since I was sixteen 

You call me Danny and I call you Mable 

You passed out, so I flicked through cable 

And I stole your gold watch off the bed-side table