Rusty Chevy

There's a heatwave in the back seat of this fifty Chevrolet

We're parked beneath the pine trees where the spirits play

You're leaning over closer,

trying to set me free

I'm so happy you're on top of me

Oh, the swamp is thick and the air is heavy

Two crooked hearts in a rusty Chevy

Nocturnal play in the deep dark wood

Doing everything

we never

should (ohhh)

She whispers something

from a southern book

With a crooked little grin

and an erotic look

We are trading sins like we've got none to spare

With a graveyard flirt

we settle in wild and bare

Oh, the swamp is thick and the air is heavy

Two crooked hearts in a rusty Chevy

Nocturnal play in the deep dark wood

Doing everything

we never should

Nocturnal play in the deep dark wood

Doing everything we never should,

in this rusty Chevrolet (ahhhh)