Just a one more kiss she'll have to miss. This night with you. Now you're guilty of this secret love. As I am too. You'll get used to telling lies. And feeling sorry when she cries.
It's that mechanical motion. Skin -tight when the nights are bloodless. Lip-sync the latest notion. From zombie drill instructors. . Throw out of all the parties.
He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by. He kept his boogers in his desk he wore a neck tie. And he never washed his hair. You wished he wasn't there.
You've been a good girl. You've been a bad girl. You're not a girl anymore. Deep in a picture show. Unbuttoned in the last row. You watched the grown-ups win the war.