Peggy's inside with a glass of wine in her hand
Listening to Sam Cooke swaying where she stands
Runs the coffee shop on the lower east side
And the liquor store 'til bout nine most nights
Husband left town couple years ago this May
Peggy came by my shop the other day
Said, "i've been looking for a chance just to talk to you
Why don't you come on by for a drink or two?"
Hungry eyes, trying to hide a fire that's burning inside
But you can't hide it from me...
They say i'm just a kid, and you're a little too old
But i never been that good at doing what i'm told
Let the fire burn Peggy, and I'll bring the gasoline
Fire and Gasoline
Those flannel shirts she wears, they fit just right
Through the window i can see she's wearing a little less tonight
Got a dress on i ain't never seen before, Peggy tell me baby what you got in store
Ring the door bell, flowers in the other hand
Pacing outside, and I'm trying to make my plan
Of what i'm gonna say and who i'm gonna be
When Peggy's eyes get the best of me
Hungry eyes, trying to hide a fire that's burning inside
But you can't hide it from me...
Maybe they'r right, and you're a little too old
But i never been that good at doing what i'm told
Let the fire burn Peggy, and I'll bring the gasoline
Fire and Gasoline, Fire and Gasoline
What you got Peggy, what you got in store?
What you got Peggy, what you got in store?
What you got Peggy, what you got in store?
Peggy's at the door with my heart inside her hand
Oh let em talk baby, I don't give a damn
Pour out your love, and i'll strike a match, drop it to the floor, Peggy, never look back
Hungry eyes, trying to hide a fire that's burning inside
But you can't hide if from me...
They say I'm just a kid, and you're a little too old
But i never been that good at doing what i'm told
Let the fire burn baby, and I'll bring the gasoline
Fire and Gasoline, Fire and Gasoline