Clint Eastwood

You and me,

Clint Eastwood

we'll take Friday night

by the horns

and show it who's boss.

You and me,

Clint Eastwood,

We'll keep each other

company

you, deciphering a killer's strangling secrets,

I'll probably take my top off.

That makes us both winners.

You and me,

Clint,

we're on first name basis now,

I'll even let you call me Catherine

and when we spoon later

I'll be the big spoon

(which means I'll probably drool

into your thinning hair,

but you won't notice,

and I'm not gonna tell you about it)

I'm not doing this so I can brag about it later,

the brandy is our only wittness.

Ok, sure, I might have to high five

here and there

(I mean, look at you,

why wouldn't I want to gloat

a little)

But seriously,

it's our little secret,

Clint Eastwood

I won't tell if you won't

just one night

and be gone by breakfast,

(I'll make an exception and make it later,

just for you,

Clint Eastwood

just a few extra hours

some scrambled eggs and

a fresh towel)

The twang twang

of 80s bass

come on, coyote, let's

dance close and slow

high on this

tightrope

I'll be your little lady

Clint

Clint Eastwood

I'll be your little lady

We'll rock,

then you can leave,

Clint Eastwood

I'm high on your tightrope

and I won't

look down.

Tightrope

Tightrope