A Good Time At Your Expense - The Format

I don’t like your cowboy boots

To me they don’t tell the truth

I feel like mine do, I’m from the Midwest

You’re from New York.

This voice is stronger, this boy is grown

You’d better claim sticks and stones

You better pray to God I choke

These words will hurt you, haunt you

I’ve become a frivolous man

In need of a goody-good time

I want a goody-good time,

I want a good time at your expense.

I’ve found you by the light of the moon

Past all the wolves in the sheep’s perfume

Tell me why I can’t count on you

I need someone to sing me to sleep

The longest flame I want to blow you out

I want to get you back, but not like that.

This voice is stronger, this boy is grown

You’d better claim sticks and stones

You better pray to God I choke

These words will hurt you, haunt you

I’ve become a frivolous man

In need of a goody-good time

I want a goody-good time,

I want a good time at your expense.

Graze in green, summers in blue

Red is my favorite paint.

Why do all nouns stutter like adjectives

When they bend to leave your lips

And what does it mean when you claw at my sleeve

For a cave to bury your face

Why after year, do you still come?

Why you always falling in love?

Why do you run to me

When you know you run the risk of running late?

Longest flame, I want to blow you out

I want to get you back, but not like that.

This voice is stronger, this boy is grown

You’d better claim sticks and stones

You better pray to God I choke

These words will hurt you, haunt you

I’ve become a frivolous man

In need of a goody-good time

I want a goody-good time,

I want a good time at your expense.