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I used to walk my dog to the neighborhood bar
Tell my baby how I'd walked so far
I said I did it all, for the love of blue
But that ain't entirely true
When you're tied up, those little white lies
And then you're treading on thin ice
She's two steps ahead and tightening the noose
And you got this feeling that she's on
You got this feeling that she's on to you
On to you, on to you, on to you
Well Sunday nights I used to work on the car
It always ran just a little hot
Well I'd crack a beer and roll a doob
And then listen to my favorite tunes
When you're tied up in those little white lies
And then you're Treading on thin ice
She's two steps ahead and tightening the noose
But you got this feeling that she's on
You Got this feeling that she's on to you
On to you, on to you, on to you
Cause that to do list is looking mighty long
Her periods become an exclamation
She's turning red and building steam
That woman's gonna take everything
Everything, everything, everything
She's like the CIA or the FBI
Always watching with a judging eye
And I'm a bad criminal, that's bending the truth
Oh baby did I mention I love you
When you're tied up, the little white lies
And then you're treading on thin ice
She's two steps ahead and tightening the noose
And you got this feeling that she's on
You got this feeling that she's on
You got this feeling that she's on to you