Crash Test Dummies

There's some stuff on my shoe
That's got nothing to do
With the places you think that I've been
And the stuff on my breathIsn't some kiss of deathFrom the people you think I've been seeing
Could I please be excused?
I'm very confused
I think I'd better have a little something
I think I'd like to have a little something
Though you probably forget
There's a place that we met
When we first started lying at night
It was good on the car
You would go pretty far
And you seemed like you wanted a fight
Could I please be excused?
I'm very confused