Small Town Shit (Hotel Lights)

put your lips in a pucker and keep them there and keep talking like the waitress down at the lantern what's worse then your refusal is my not wanting to small town small town small town shit post card charm in a box in the attic tell it all on the phone like something new so unusual what's worse than your refusal is my not wanting to small town small town small town shit something 'bout the same old patterns it's not lost on me grave yard crosses and four way stop signs heads or tails you win i don't remember who i am what's worse than your refusal is my not wanting to i heard i was all wrong it got back to me small town small town small town shit