deux

Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice
She's not a lady doctor at all
She's got hands like a man
With hair on the back
She'll crush you with her embrace

Though the wind may whisper
And moan sometimes
We all need a kind place to live
Though the wind may whisper
And howl at your door
We all need the comfort of friends

Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice
That ain't a real Cadilac
It's a Delta 88 spray painted black
With fake leather seats from Juarez

Though the wind may whisper
And moan sometimes
On a hot desert night it is still
Though the world may whisper
And howl at your door
You're not obliged to let them all in

Baby don't you ride in that faux Cadilac
If you must please ride in the back
If you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonight
Spare this poor sailor's life from the rocks

Though the wind may whisper
A melody now
We can't find a tune of our own
Though the world may whisper
And blow in your face
And tangle the hair on your head

On a hot desert night
We can drive down the road
And the stars will spell out your name
On a hot desert night
With the windows down wide
The sirens will sing me their song

And the ghosts of the sailors
Who died on the rocks
Feel not a twinge of regret
Though the wind may tangle
The hair on your head
You sing like a siren to me

On a hot desert night
The caravan stops
At the oasis next to your heart
The soundtrack is played
By some aged British queen
On BBC Radio One

Though the wind my whisper
An epic sometimes
The cast must include Karon Black
Though the symphony strings
Shift with the sand
You sing like a siren to me

You sing like a siren to me
You sing like a siren to me