I hope you know what you’re doing
when you leave your girlfriends, fiancées and fuck-buddies
who are dying to be more
on those weekend nights
I hope you know what you’re doing
when you flash me that grin
and buy me a drink
That you know what you do to me
when you laugh at my jokes and tuck
that strand of hair behind my ear
I hope you know what you’re doing
when you bite my lip and hold me close
I hope you know what you’re doing
when you say you’ll talk to me
later but you go home to her
unbeknownst to me
I hope you know what you’re doing
because I never seem to.