The Smell Of Outdoor Cooking

I take in the smoke from the barbeque. I swallow my own cheap booze
I try not to look at your legs, as little boys play in big girl’s shoes
I play their games, I take them walks. I make jokes about feeling clucky
And then I take myself where thoughts of having a family but fuck,
I’d have to get lucky
I know it didn’t mean a thing, I just use it for a joke
I say I saw you topless but I keep quiet about
The smell of outdoor cooking, I think they’re officially gone to my head
So please don’t bend over like that again,
Get your fingers out my friend
Get your fingers out my friend
Get your fingers out my friend
Get your fingers out my friend
And did you think the same as me as we stood there in the kitchen?
We were talking about having kids and as usual I did some bitching
I told you I don’t need a girlfriend. I just want someone to play with
Someone to come and go and come with
Someone I wouldn’t have to steal her
Keep your fingers out my friend
Keep your fingers out my friend
Keep your fingers out my friend
Aw, get your fingers in my friends