I'm not the kind of girl you bring you to mother. I'm not the kind of girl you kiss in public. My manners leave a lot to be desired. At least I'm not a liar.
Please don't let it begin. You're under my skin, same old story. Boy meets girl and she falls. Much harder than him. Baby, where's the glory?. . If all night, all night.
She rattles her chain and she's in her purse. She buys a little something to make her feel worse. She's got a boyfriend in Brooklyn. He's got a wife in Manhattan.
When I feel all alone and nobody knows. Still gotta smile for a while, I can't let it show. Dry my tears, have no fears and when I'm. (And when I'm). Backstage feeling down and the lights come on.
One touch intense as pain on my lips. You laid it bold, I am told of you. You show me, I want you. So take me. . You make me sweat. My body weeps for you.