What would it take
For you to notice me
Wear a skimpy dress
Paint my lips so readily
Well all I have is my words
So I guess that counts me out
As there’s nothing at all about them
That suggests I’d like to hangout
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
What would it take
For you to notice me
Wear a skimpy dress
Paint my lips so readily
Well all I have is my words
So I guess that counts me out
As there’s nothing at all about them
That suggests I’d like to hangout