Artist: Dessa Album: A Badly Broken Code Song: Dutch Typed by: AZ Lyrics Mind your step I keep the overhead low Just the bed and the books and the rotary phone Chicago Manual of Style keeps the prose right crisp The Minneapolis Edition, well it goes like this: Well I talk way too fast And I shoot from a glass I keep Pope in the glovebox, Plath on the dash And there's nobody shotgun, I got enough gas To get Vegas by daybreak, I'm not coming back I'm pushin' this luck all the way to the coast I'm throwin it over just to see if it floats I'm taking my chances, I'm making my own 'Cause I've been pretty impatient, I'm ready to go I'm the book that beat the speedreader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a maneater All the same, we should probably go Dutch Careful kid with that wolf whistle You never know what you'll attract And you shouldn't make noise to which you wouldn't wanna listen What's good for the goose is good for the Gander back and I'm packed and I'm out before dawn Leave a tip on the sink, ah, the staff they worked hard I hit rain, I hit sleet, but mostly weather stays good Hit a deer on I-80: fucked up the hood But you can't play for keeps if you never draw blood You just brace and you breathe You drive through the dust You go through people and places And hope the engine can take it They get you up on the blocks on a regular basis But innocence is over-rated based on what you haven't done I don't need a poker face, open book, smoking gun Renegade agent, I got no taste for their races I run on whiskey and risk and ennui and impatience I'm the book that beat the speedreader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a maneater All the same, we should probably go Dutch I'm the book that beat the speedreader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a maneater All the same, we should probably go Dutch Love is like liquor: it burns as it moves you And far as I figure there's nobody fireproof So thank you for the offer, it truly was kind of you I'd take you up on it, but just passing through Cause I talk way too fast, and I shoot from a glass I keep Pope in the glovebox, Plath on the dash And there's no one in shotgun, I got enough gas To get Vegas by daybreak, I'm not coming back No I'm not coming back I'm the book that beat the speedreader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a maneater All the same, we should probably go Dutch