The Pickle

You had better watch what you’re doing
If you like having me around
I know well of your hung-strung smiles
Something’s going down
Fancy nights are fine if you’re lonely
Step out on the town in style
But don’t you mess with other men, cause
What do think I am… a pickle?
Riverboats at midnight
Fountains spray the air
Is there a reason?
Faults of the season?
Somebody frees them
Hope you know just what you are after
What is mean by being free?
Cause if you’re after something you ain’t getting
Don’t turn back to me
Now it’s up to you pretty baby
What’s it gonna be for us?
I won’t stand for other men, cause
What do you think I am… a pickle?
Riverboats at midnight
Fountains spray the air
Is there a reason?
Faults of the season?
Somebody frees them