Slightly impaired on a Sunday night
"How the hell'd I get here, up on this high dive," I thought
As I bounced gently on its spring
Sadie behind me looking too sultry
So much so that it's inebriating
And I'll do anything she says
Shiny wet skin and cutoff jeans
On the top wrung, patiently waiting
She doesn't think I'll jump
But to our surprise I bend my knees
Gather my courage and fling
My body from the board
And the water is warm but the water cannot not cleanse me
And the water is not holy, but nor is it unholy
Not holy nor unholy, not holy nor unholy
Sadie showed up to confiscate me
Late at night as I was brushing my teeth
Preparing for sleep
The air outside about 90 degrees
She asked to ride bikes despite the heat
Of course, I obliged
Pedaled by the University
She saw a lit sign that she deemed intriguing
It said The Olympic Pool
Passed a flask out in front of the door
She reached in her jeans and produced a stolen key
She'd planned this in advance
And the water is warm but the water cannot cleanse me
And the water is not holy, but nor is it unholy
Not holy nor unholy, not holy nor unholy
I am merely a device
Through which she often likes
To have a real cool time
And I don't really mind
Sadie, Sadie, Sadie
She is not my kind