Rug Rats

Rug Rat
(Difford/Hewerdine/Pepper)

In the flat
He chanced his arm
The subtle lighting
And the charm
A bowl of peanuts
On the side
Steely Dan
He played all night

The lofty things he said
Went like Vodka to my head

In the flat
Magazines
He only reads them
In his own dreams
Stolen looks
To see my breasts
A chocolate box
There in his nest

The sheepskin fluffy rug
His grave was almost dug

We were rug rats
By the time the candle died
We were kittens
With the love light in our eyes
We were hopelessly pressing pause
So we could see the scores
And we’d won
We were rug rats in love

In the room
The light was dimmed
As I lay there
Next to him
The hum of traffic
Passed us by
Pretzel logic
Rolled back time

The romance button ticked
Put a match against the wick

We were rug rats
By the time the candle died
We were kittens
With the love light in our eyes
We were hopelessly pressing pause
So we could see the scores
And we’d won
We were rug rats in love

We were rug rats
By the time the candle died
We were kittens
With the love light in our eyes
We were hopelessly pressing pause
So we could see the scores
And we’d won
We were rug rats in love