It was early in the evening

About ten o'clock I think

When you said "Barkeep, get the lady a drink"

You sidled up beside me and said "That's a nice dress

It would look great lying next to my bed!"

Then you handed me a quarter

You pointed to the phone

Said, "Call your boyfriend, tell him you ain't coming home"

Then you felt it in your cheekbone

As it turned a pretty pink

Barkeep whispered, "Man, that's gotta sting!"



No way I'm not falling, not falling for this

So put away, put away, put away your magic stick . . .



You could take me to Bermuda

You could take me skiing in the snow

You could take me any where I wanna go

You could spend a lot of money

But I wouldn't be impressed

And in the end you'd have to tell your friends I said



No way I'm not falling, not falling for this

So put away, put away, put away your magic stick



No way I'm not falling, not falling for this

So put away, put away, put away your magic stick



One day you might say that I'm special

And you've never felt this way before

You love the way my heel sounds when it hits the floor

You might tell me that you love me

But I'd know what that means

It means, "I'd love to see you out of those jeans"



No way I'm not falling, not falling for this

So put away, put away, put away your magic stick



No way I'm not falling, not falling for this

So put away, put away, put away your magic stick



I'm not falling, not falling

I'm not falling, not falling for this

I'm not falling, not falling

I'm not falling, not falling for this