Pick up unwashed girls at the bus stop
Wrinkled shirt and scuffed up shoes, untied
Oh, what you want me to do?
Get in the van with you?
She said I've never been this far out
By the lake on the rocks he laid her down
Under the persimmon trees
That's where he said he loved me
The water flowed so still and calm
If we've got nothing better to do
We can lay our hands down and lay our faces down
And lay our faces down
Pitch your tent all by your lonesome
Light a match to the leaves and watch them curl
Inward like an embrace
Arms holding you in place
Blow her a kiss and don't come back
If we've got nothing better to do
We can lay our hands down and lay our faces down
And lay our faces down
Oooh, what you want me to do?
Oooh, what you want me to do?
Oooh, what you want me to do?
Oooh, what you want me to do?