Petting Pantry

Oh, the petting pantry, oh, we’re lonely fools

Hand in hand we’re dancing, but it’s all in my head
You and me, it’s not a how, a matter of when
Take me to the pity party, tell me that there’s no way

It’s seven thirty p.m. on a Saturday night
Pretty boys out in the city, but you’re still on my mind
Now we’re off to the movies, promise that you’ll behave

Oh, the petting pantry, oh, we’re lonely fools
Oh, could you be my Harry
Sally, why don’t you go get your man
Why the jokes on me and the jokes on you!

Baby, ain’t it funny that we tried to be friends
You and me admitted we don’t need to pretend
I’m losin’ all control, and now it’s drivin’ me insane

You look so fine, but you already know
In your white tuxedo, wanna take off your clothes
Now we’re off to the movies, tell me that you’ll behave

Oh, the petting pantry, oh, we’re lonely fools
Oh, could you be my Harry
Sally, why don’t you go get your man
Why the jokes on me and the jokes on you!

Be my baby holiday
I’ll make ya happy, you make it rain
Lindy hoppin’, but I’ll behave
The joke’s on me, and the joke’s on you!

Honey bunny, my holiday
You drive me crazy, and go insane,
We’re lindy hoppin’, but I’ll behave
The joke’s on me, and the joke’s on you!

(Okay, I don’t want to talk about it)

Oh, the petting pantry, oh, we’re lonely fools
Oh, could you be my Harry
Sally, why don’t you go get your man
Why the jokes on me and the jokes on you!

Oh, the joke’s on you
My honey bunny
And you lookin’ real cute
And poof! I’m gone