I want to touch your inner thigh
but it’s claimed by another guy
I don’t care as much as I used to
cause now I’m a big slut like you, too

I want to cut your yellow hair
and use it to play solitaire
dealing cards from five to nine
then you’re off and then it’s drinking time

please don’t touch me there
I might burst into tears
I don’t know if you’re really here

put your Chapstick away
I don’t want your lips today
but you give me them anyway

i want to shut you out again
i don’t want to be your friend
but i can’t stand to be alone
something i think that you know

so you hold my hand some more
smear your lipstick on the door
hoping that it will unlock
the doorway to my— heart

please don’t touch me there
I might burst into tears
I don’t know if i’m really here

put the bottle down, my dear,
you don’t want to do this here
trust me, i’m thinking clear

take you home again tonight
stumble out into the light
with your father there in sight