Queen Of The Gas Station (Demo)

Hmm.

Give me coffee, king-sized cup,
Come on, kitty cat, fill her up.
"What's your name, little buttercup?"
That's for me to know and you to make up.

Love casinos, Indian reservation,
But, baby, if you love me,
Take me to the gas station.

Look at you smoking in them neon lights,
Under the thunder, oh, you like so nice.
Make me wonder how you spend them nights,
Me, I spend them looking for men I like,
Like you, like you, like you.

Love casinos, Indian reservation,
But, baby, if you love me,
Take me to the gas station.
Love casinos, Indian reservation,
But, baby, if you love me,
Take me to the gas station.

Give me coffee, Utah love,
I'm the kinda girl you dream of.
And I'm trying to tell you what I dream of,
And that's gas stations,
With Slurpee machines,
And organs playing.

Preferably with smoking inside,
If you can swing it.
Maybe with a post office attached to it,
Chickens runnin' in and out of it,
Saw one like that in New Mexico on Route 66.

And I'd be real pleased,
If we could find one just like it,
Again, again, again, again,
Again, again, again, again.

Love casinos, Indian reservation,
But, baby, if you love me,
Take me to the gas station.
Love casinos, Indian reservation,
But, baby, if you love me,
Take me to the gas station.

Gas station.