One night she came home real late and
Walked in to shouts and degrading
What kind of dummy would take it?
What kind of poor sap’s a doormat?
What will she want while she’s waiting?
White wind to whisk her to safety
No sleep tonight for the turmoil
No till tonight for the topsoil
Right now they’re smoking in Paris
Nice weather September terrace
She’s bedding down with a drill press
Fresh breath and pink satin night dress
Ooh, she really don’t know how to fly
But with a bed sheet wing she’d surely sail the sky
Turning the ignition key
She sees the empty light and knows that she is right
For the first time in a very long, long time
She finally straightened her eyepatch
Withdrew the funds from her cash stash
Lifted the pin from the gate latch
Struck lit her cig with a bar match
She always felt like a nice catch
Not just a bone for the dog fetch
Ooh, she really don’t know how to fly
But with a bed sheet wing she’d surely sail the sky
Turning the ignition key
She sees the empty light and knows that she is right
For the first time in perhaps her whole entire life
But it’s been at least a very long, long time
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M Ross Perkins Lyrics – Bed Sheet Wing