John Hiatt. Motorboat to Heaven. Zeneszám

You bring out the fool in me
The blind man at the bar
Who whistles for his drink and his cane
And shows everyone his scar

You're lovely and you're cruel
You got me in a trance
You put my soul in those hot, hot coals
And you make my spirit dance

Motorboat to heaven
Baby's got the key
Tell me, how am I 'sposed to get in close
Back here on these water skis

You tell me everything
It makes me want to hide
But I know there ain't no place that can erase
All the things I feel inside

So I'm out here in the wind
It seems to be my fate
To cruise the night like some lost kite
Who knows, it's just too late

Motorboat to heaven
Baby's got the key
Tell me, how am I 'sposed to get in close
Back here on these water skis

Tell me, how am I 'sposed to get in close
Back here on these water skis