Scraped myself off the pavement Wiped the tire tracks from my back Hit me like a freight train On one of those high speed rail track Now I'm like a dog in the street Or a deer caught in the headlights Never took your foot out the gas Never even saw your taillights Now I'm all over the street Feel like I'm over the hill Do you want to turnaround baby... And collect your roadkill You're a strange, strange woman You've got this crazy appetite You like your exotic delicacies Wash them down with a red wine tonight I know you want to serve me up Like a softball question to a politician But I've got to be real. I'm not tender like veal Not really in that good of a condition Now I'm all over the street Feel like I'm over the hill Do you want to turnaround baby... And collect your roadkill Now I'm all over the street Feel like I'm over the hill Do you want to turnaround baby... And collect your roadkill Your kill Your kill