ALL CHOKED UP

her boots are black her jeans are blue
she's got her pretty eyes on you
her smile is crippling her fingers are cold
she's got a vicious kiss and a shiny tooth of gold
you're getting all choked up

you call her up from a telephone booth
she's feeding you some hot voodoo
you're full of strong black drunk fire
but sooner or later it'll make you sad and tired
you're getting all choked up

your cock in her mouth your hand in her pocket
you're looking for a way to drop it
before she turns out the light
ah but it feels good to let yourself burn so bright
just a little while
you're getting all choked up

you catch her up on a dusty night
the ghost in her face says something ain't right
sometimes desire is a dangerous thing
it'll break your back while it teaches you to sing
you're getting all choked up

you're breathing in her thick perfume
she's like some rare flower that's never gonna bloom
and her letter comes the very next day
she says "I'm not even sorry it has to be this way
it's for your own good
you were getting all choked up"