You left your little pink panties
On the floor of his bedroom
And I'm positive that they're yours
Because they smell of your perfume
I watched him return them to you
With a smile and a kiss
Letting you know
That your body would be missed
So you hold your panties tight
In the palm of your hand
And whisper, "Tonight,
I'll crawl through the window again"
But when I watch you with him
Doing all the things that you do
I can't help but wish
That you found girls attractive too.