"That's luck", she led. "We should be dead."
We eyed the wreck. "Good god", we said.
She plants one kiss for the road on my chest.
Salvage came after we left.

Christine, come crash on my floor.

"That's luck", she said. "We should be dead."
We should be stars and perfect tens -
And that's just three off the top of my head
Once again, you're a godsend."

Christine, come crash on my floor.

"That's truth," she said. "We should be dead.
I should be sleeping in your bed.
Instead, I'll crash on your floor."

Christine, come crash on my floor.