Patti makes me shiver, Patti makes me shake I drink my tea and quiver, It's like a tiny little earthquake Turning up that low voice, Turning down my high hopes Patti makes me shiver, Patti makes me The bartender makes me tremble Playing mrs. Smith But I'm not in for a gamble, I've allmost lost my grip (I admit) Staring at the glamgirls He picks out while I learn But sometimes he makes me shiver, Sometimes he makes me And when I give a cigarette To the psychopath next to me, He says, this is to primitive, Don't light that match he'll see It's lucifer's to catch, It's devils match, It's underground Girl it's low way to low, Patti is just to low, low, low But still he makes me shiver, Still he makes me shake I drink my lemon-gin and quiver And everytime that earthquake Turning up that low voice Turning down my high hops Patti makes me shiver, Patti makes me Turning up that low voice Turning down my high hops Patti makes me shiver, Patti makes me