i caught you coming home from work
in your faded little-collared shirt
and now i'm itching to remove it
ignore the whimpers of your roommate's dog
i'm keeping with it until your shirt comes off
and we'll be those crude humans
and half of our clothes still on
when we're tired of moving
our arms and our legs entwined
pretending that you are all mine
you caught me at a record low and got under my weak skin
i wonder if he really knows
the kind of shit you get to screaming
i wonder if he's really clean
i wonder what he'd think of me if he knew what we're doing
and half of our clothes still on
when we're tired of moving
our arms and our legs entwined
pretending that you are all mine
i'm just a novelty you're toying with to complicate your life
i'm just the means to an end
i'd give all my self-respect up to be with you again