i don't suppose you could inch me in
unto your make-believe make-out bench
opium
oh it's a sin
i can't finger your poppy skin
oh i don't expect anything
i don't expect a thing
shark circle round me
on your sting-ray schwinn
if you could only see
what your sissy bar
means to me
beestings and nosebleeds
knock-kneed down in the weeds
if you could only see what your
witchy hazel eyes dream
and your sissy bar is my seat
beestings and nosebleeds
knock-kneed down in the weeds
these are the things
i want from a boy
like you
your shrugged shoulders
tell me you want it too
beestings and nosebleeds
knock-kneed down in the weeds
witch hazel eyes i know
where you keep your fire
where the lilies bloom