If you think I care. You've gotta be wrong. as to when you call with nothing to say. I still answer. . and I'm cracking smiles. tenderly she smothers me she's killiing me slow.
(written by Joel Ferguson). It's never me, it's never you. When will they say it's overdue. I know we'll fall when love is all. Just imagery a memory.
(written by Joel Ferguson). Is it lost inside of you. In a message that won't do. Drew a picture in the sand. Wiped it out with your own hand. I wonder why.
Been down so long. It's all undone. No time remaining. Been locked inside this orange room. So long I'm jaded. . Ten thousand years. What are we looking for?.
(written by Joel Ferguson). Hold my hand in secret silence. Build a castle with no walls. Go along without your conscience. Keep it in the dark so long.
(written by Joel Ferguson). Once again the bombshell is closing in. I pretend to turn my head in defense. What comes next is perfect in every sense. Well I guess.
Didn't think he'd splip so soon. Thought time was on our side. But cynical turned bitchy. Clever turned to snide. Iwon't miss his sullen poses. Iwon't miss his dour veneer.
There´s a few straight guys I know. They wanna know who plays the women´s role. I shake my head and say it´s not like that. Some guys have the imagination of a doormat.
I'll do you sexual favors. But I'm not into those sexual flavors. Sometimes I wish I was braver. I'm vanilla. I know about ropes and whips. Handcuffs and nipple clips.
Are you customized or readymade?. Heavy metal, trick or treat. Uh, huh. . He's only seventeen. On the level trash is neat. Uh, huh, uh, huh. . Teenage fever, oh you got it bad.
I saw the billboard and thought of you. Low hanging balls, round and smooth. I don't smoke, ain't gonna start. Just 'cause they made public a private part.
You had it all arranged. How our life would be. Problem is, you never asked. Or consulted me. . We'd share your life. Your loving man at home. Forgetting that I have a life.
The summer you let your hair grow out. Hope hung heavy in the air. The summer you let your hair grow out. I thought you and me could get somewhere. Working in that big department store.
I met a cute guy in a gallery. I looked at him he smiled at me. We started talking and I was impressed. He was smart and sweet and confident. Just as I was thanking my good luck.
He´s thought about it for a long long time. About being attracted to his own kind. He´s ready to take those fantasies. And make them into something real.
Your daydream's aren't forever. Better get your shit together. For a new game. . Back to your hometown. Back to your day job. Back to your girlfriend.
You've settled down into something secure. But a gnawing feeling leaves you quite unsure. Out of the race, off the market, for ages now. Diving back in rekindles buried doubts.
Summer shorts on a lawn of green. Smooth tan legs and what in between. Touch your knee, slide up your leg. Pull your shirt off over your head. This is where it begins.
We've made it into the doorway. We've made it up the stairs. We've made it into the bedroom. Where I'll take you by your short curly hairs. You start to take your clothes off.
Against all odds, we appear. Grew up brainwashed,. But turned out queer. Bunsplitters, rugmunchers too. We screw just how we want to screw. . (Chorus).