Someone else's date

In someone else's door

There's a girl with cherry Chapstick on and nothing more.

It's such a lurid pose

and she seems this close

But not to me



Clear as day

Crawling home at night

Wondering why the girls don't look at me when I walk by.

And the way they make me feel is way too real to believe



Wondering what it could be like if I could be that smooth

I could think about all that I missed out

It's hard to do



Someone else's date

In someone else's door

There's a girl with cherry Chapstick on and nothing more

It's such a lurid pose

and she seems this close

But not to me



Running around in circles all day long