Brite

Love-cars
How dare you rattle my sphere and shake up this little thing I've got going on here
This action's gone awful queer
You've got some nerve, and something more
You never cease to amaze
To keep me awake
To keep brite
I need to rattle my chain and get me some little thing
Capital chick for brains
I think I can recognize the name
I recognize that half a man's better than none
But all along I could guess
Just one less dis could save a heart
Yeah
How dare you rattle my sphere and shake up this little mess
Shake your tail in distress
Shake till the shame dries up my dear
This steel is something warm to hold
I don't imagine you'll ever feel that cold
Keep brite
Don't leer
I guess you're ashamed
We've already waned
And that's fine