Hot Hot Heat

Witless, humorous conversatoin
Has filled me up like an old gas station
I'm wallowing in a pool of gasoline
Self appointed sherrif of a popular ghostown
I'm open to bribes but I've arrested no one
I'm galloping to meet my bride to be
She'll woo the saloon then sing us both to sleep
But... I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I've run out of time
Drop dead gorgeous art history drop out
Thought of her fatherought to pay her to clear the whole shop up
She carries her cameras in hand to complete the look
Screenplay players co-writing screenplay
Cotton candy fot the eyess but cotton balls for the brain
He thinks to himself, "Thank God the bar's not too high"
Just look at his face and then you'll see why
But... I'm running out of time