Oct 13, 2004 20:23
It's not that I don't trust you
I just know what you've been up to
And this dial tone is agreeing with everything I've had in mind.
And you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag
So as his eyes move down past your shoulders
and the shades start moving in the same directiion
Don't worry, I won't say a thing
You can't blame a girl for sticking to what she knows.
I hope he takes his time
And I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
And I hope that when he leaves,
You still smell him on your sheets
Because I can, I can.
I hope he takes his time
And I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
And I hope that when he leaves
You still smell him on your sheets
Because I can, I can.
If I could get to sleep
Then, I guess you could stop pretending
Because if I didn't think you loved him
Well then I wouldn't play alone
And you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag
You're down for selling me out
While I play dumb
But it's cool because I let you, you thought I'd never catch you
You said "we're only friends"
Yeah, real good friends, I bet
I bet
Forget your legs around my hips
Forget your hands pressed on my back
Forget all the letters that I kept
This is another I won't send
Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs
Forget our one last kiss goodbye
Forget me staking out your house
Forget I've got you figured out