Tell me you know he's here.
Tell me "come home, you're mine".
Shouting out in the town
We don't care who's around
Because this is the last time.

Silence on the freeway
Until we get to the driveway at home.
With one hand up my shirt,
And one hand up my skirt,
You tell me I'm not alone.

It was beautiful agony
For two years, maybe three.
Kept me trapped with each kiss
And the ring in your lip
And you knew I'd never leave.

A post-*** serenade.
Drank your Kool-Aid, I was blind.
Overdosed you with love
When you didn't give me enough.
I guess we're a different kind.