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I don’t care if there’s even a chance
You keep your emotions tighter than you wear your pants
But all I want is to take you away from the noise of the girls and the boys
Get inside your glitter-wounded mind

So when you’re done having all your fun
Getting off and on the run
Just bring it on home
To little old me

Now your black leather coat makes you look like a mean old sarge
And your reflective shades, well they’re ridiculously large
But I only want you to be in charge
You can leave me at attention, at ease, or even make me march

So take your time, and have all your fun
With someone and another one, and another one
Just bring it on home
To lonely old me

Now you don’t see me losing my foolish mind
I’ll take this torture, I’ll take this torture of waiting
Waiting just to catch you on the fly

Now I can’t run in your social scenes
And the last time I saw you was on the cover of a magazine
You’d think I’d know what all of this means
Maybe my obsessiveness borders on the extreme, but

I’m not dumb—I know I’m not your only one
But who will be there when you’ve spent all your fun
Just bring your sweet loving back to little old me

Yeah, you know I’d scrub your floors on my hands and my knees
I’d buy you groceries and take-out Chinese