Safe sex, the diaphram, lacking of your self-control.

Diary, the top drawer, your mother wished she'd never seen.

I just wanted to be loved she said.

It's something that I never had.



Call him at 3 a.m., wishing to be reassured.

He'd love to, of course he would, Anything to get you in his bed.



Goodnight she said, I'm gonna start a revolution

And you can be the star(t) of it, it's in my head.



Footprints, and fallen leaves;

these are the kind of things lovers think of.

Backseats and motels; these are the places that they've been.

You want none of these things, these are the kind of things that make us weak.



There went the world

Just one girl