Curve

when you hear the way the others talk
it makes you wonder what they bothered for
when you see the way opinion swings
it makes you strive strive strive for greater things
i wasn't born to be good enough for you
i am here to be nobody's fool
when you see the way that loose lips talk
it makes you cry cry cry for it all to stop
i would like to invite you
to my mother's house
to my bedroom
to play those old records
we know all the words to
and i would like you to kiss me
to crush me to lick me