Scraped myself off the pavement

Wiped the tire tracks from my back

Hit me like a freight train

On one of those high speed rail track

Now I'm like a dog in the street

Or a deer caught in the headlights

Never took your foot out the gas

Never even saw your taillights

Now I'm all over the street

Feel like I'm over the hill

Do you want to turnaround baby

And collect your roadkill

You're a strange, strange woman

You've got this crazy appetite

You like your exotic delicacies

Wash them down with a red wine tonight

I know you want to serve me up

Like a softball question

To a politician

But I've got to be real

I'm not tender like veal

Not really in that good

Of a condition

Now I'm all over the street

Feel like I'm over the hill

Do you want to turnaround baby

And collect your roadkill

Now I'm all over the street

Feel like I'm over the hill

Do you want to turnaround baby

And collect your roadkill

Your kill

Your kill