“Sure, bae, 
 I could ask you everything 
 a dream boy could ask.” 
 But, well, 
 you know... 
 All I want to know 
 is... 
 Can I, 
 can I, 
 can I 
 take you home tonight? 
 And... 
 Let’s get donuts in Livonia 
 and avoid all the policemen. 
 Can I pick you up clean 
 in that midnight sheen? 
 Cream suit, 
 church shoes, 
 dashboard gleam. 
 Pull up slow 
 with the seats pristine — 
 Say less, babe, 
 I already know 
 what you mean. 
 Can I drive past 7 
 and the lights turn green? 
 Can I get that jelly 
 with the custard creme? 
 Two for you, 
 one for me — 
 that’s the routine. 
 Soft box, 
 warm love, 
 under neon beams. 
 Can I duck that turn 
 past the corner store? 
 One-time posted 
 by the county door. 
 You laugh, 
 say, “Babe, 
 we done this before.” 
 I nod, 
 say “Grace,” 
 and I hold you more. 
 Can I play Doughboy50 
 through the Delorean? 
 Eat two donuts, 
 fly back for more? 
 You smile like Jesus, 
 and your eyes just pour — 
 I swear this ride’s 
 just what I’ve been 
 livin’ for. 
 Let’s get donuts 
 in Livonia 
 and avoid all the policemen. 
 All I want to know... 
 Can I? 
 Can I? 
 Can I take you home tonight? 
 Take you home tonight.