We’re driving through the canyonsnSinging songs from the sixties nThe telephone rang, she said, n“Babe, do you miss me?”nAnd ain’t it a shame not to love the one you’re with nnWell she spoke with the prettiest mouthnAnd she scorned me nShe sharpened her teeth and flashed them to warn menThat ain’t it a shame when you hate the one you lovednnWell, it couldn’t be menNo, it couldn’t be menNo, they’re not in your dreamsnHe don’t look a thing like mennWell I dated a rich girlnWith a mother of pearlnWho paid rent in her high risenThe weight of the worldnAnd ain’t it a shame when you’re exchangin’ all your brand new gifts nnWell after a night on the floor,nshe put the chain on her doornI’d worn out my welcomenI guess she got borednShe laid her on my brothernAnd laid him across my bednnNo, it couldn’t be menNo, it couldn’t be menNo, they’re not in your dreamsnHe don’t look a thing like mennWell it sounds like rainnAnd here that’s a rare thingnOut here in the desert,nI’m stealing my waternFrom a hole in a mountain that flows to the affordable homesnAnd from the faucet it dripsnAnd I’ll clean up the messes nThe others have left us nWell I think they’ve blessed usnThere’s a chain on my doornBut I’m in love with the one I’m withnnAnd it couldn’t be menNo, it couldn’t be menNo, they’re not in your dreamsnHe don’t look a thing like menWell it couldn’t be menNo, it couldn’t be menNo, they’re not in your dreamsnHe don’t look a thing like men