You left your little pink *******
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 ******* 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.