Kerosene

You can write a thousand love songs, roll them all into a bottle and sail it to sea

Won't see them anymore, but you ain't seen the last of me

I get so nervous when we talk about commitment, but with you that's really all that I need

And maybe one day when we're older, I'll show you the colors I bleed

Oh, she's got a funny sense of humor, hardly know her if you know what I mean

And just the thought would drive me crazy, but I know I'm always making a scene

Oh, kerosene Oh, kerosene Oh, kerosene

Please don't let the fire grow cold

Kerosene Kerosene

Please don't make me walk home alone