We’d go to the city and sing all the way. Look I’m standing naked before you, don’t you want more than my sex? We didn’t know our bodies beyond objects and mall fashion. No one ever told us these were our parts to play with. Sometimes boys would steal us away from our houses through windows. We’d undress for them in hot tubs. Only cherry red lipstick remained.
Look I'm standing naked before you Don't you want more then my sex I can scream as loud as your last one But I can't claim innocence Oh God Could it be the weather Oh God Why am I here If love Isn't forever And it's not the weather Hand