Leave you to your desert in my old dusty pickupnThink of your blond hair and tanned skin and all that good stuffnRemember how you let me goose you under that tablenGave me a few naughty glances but that’s about allnnNow I am splitting my side, I guess I get the jokenYou wax on so serious, wash off an unpolished flirtnTold me how hard your youth was ‘cause your father’s a copnBut I’m sure that you’d be delighted to get me locked upnnAnd this isnA Cruel Attempt atnMy lonely heart andnI’m loving itnBut don’t thinknFor a minutenThat I’m fallingnnI am a man that gets lost in a blush and a sighnYou’re nothing rare, I get snagged and thrown back all the timenBut I’ll give you this much, I can’t slip your crooked smilenIt’s always the one’s you can’t taste that you’ll never denynnAnd this isnA Cruel Attempt atnMy lonely heart andnI’m loving itnBut don’t thinknFor a minutenThat I’m falling