Maria McKee

She's cruising the streets,
making damn sure she don't run into that old man.
Well, around him she hardly even speaks,
she slips into an old retreat.
I saw her strutin' in a dress,
looking lucky last week,
keeping an eye out for shadys,
holding something sweet.

Sweet relief,
find it in a bathtub,
or a backrub,
or the clothes they wear,
or just in the air,
it's in the food you eat,
yeah it's something so sweet,
it's sweet relief.

Now, Opelousas is a dim-lit town by night
the folks down there they sure know how to live right.
They dance by the moon, party for a friend,
they've got that look in their eyes
like they're holdin' out for something...

And finding a shoe in a junkyard heap
he pulls it out and says,
"Ah, look at this!"

Sweet relief,
it's in a handshake,
or a lucky break,
or a bottle of wine,
or just losing some time,
it's in the road you meet,
yeah it's something so sweet,
sweet relief.

Now, you tell me that you've got you some,
well I hope that's true.
You want some assurance
that you'll never feel blue,
well, hell,
It's in a boatride on the holy side,
it's in the 5&10,
it's everywhere you've ever been,
it's every word you speak,
it's something so sweet,
sweet relief, sweet relief, sweet...