Nov 12, 2007 10:33
The moon doesn't approve of what we've got
Take a swig let's give it a shot
Got a hip flask in my pocket and a bottle of beer.
Your face illuminates as you're tapping out
Messages to other potential suitors
The shadows fall perfectly here.
Their words of praise and admiration
Distract you temporarily while I ponder
What exactly I would have to do
It's cold out tonight
So drink your schnaaps
We'll talk about whatever you want
In a few moments, we'll go dancing
All eyes will be following you
Men bolder than I will will try to claim your affection
None of them want what I want
Or would give what I would give
Though you don't let on if you're interested in either
You say you hate it when good friends
Decide they want more of you
And seem to vanish when you refuse
So I will be whatever you want me to be
Is that all that I can do?
Tell me what it is that I could do