I like to go to the back,
point out boys with long hair.
(Reminds me, I need to feed my cat.)
Close to way out of my league,
that ain't gonna stop me.
Cracking a joke about
being ready on my knees,
making it obvious you want me to see.
Third table in the room,
watcha tryin' to do?
Make a joke for the world to read?
But that's fine,
I won't hold onto that rope.
Waste more of your time
and I'll continue to pretend that I'm blind.