The Careless Kind

Words and music ©1987 by Dave Caruso

She smells like fast food
She shouldn't oughta trust you
She looks like jailbait
Somebody oughta bust you

The careless kind

Can you spot the car hop?
She's waiting on a back seat
She don't like the soft touch
She just wants the back beat

The careless kind

And she's going nowhere fast
Well, it's much too good to last

The careless kind