Doreen

When I first met Doreen She was barely seventeen She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar And the way she tossed 'em back I would've had a heart attack Oh but as it is I let her drive my car We galloped through the boroughs Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds Until I said, "Stop the car, Doreen" Well, you can roll your eyes and nod But I swear that I saw God in the moonlight On a side street in the wreckage we call Queens Doreen, Doreen Last night I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean, Doreen Come clean, Doreen Well, I'm pulling into Cleveland In a seven-seater tour van There's eight of us, so I'm sleeping on the floor And the guy who plays the banjo Keeps on handing me the old crow Which multiplies my sorrow, I can't take it anymore Doreen, Doreen Last night I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean, Doreen Come clean, Doreen Now I'm begging and I'm pleading "Please pull over guys, I'm bleeding There's a Fina off the highway with a phone" And I'm calling you, Doreen But the phone, it rings and rings Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home Doreen, Doreen Last night I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean, Doreen Come clean, Doreen Doreen Last night I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean, Doreen Come clean, Doreen I'm coming clean, Doreen I'm coming clean, Doreen Yeah yeah yeah yeah --- Doreen - Turnpike Troubadours