Lyrics:

Goin' Through Your Purse

Well I know it's been a little while
since the first time that I made you smile
and I thought I'd take this opportunity
to dig a little deeper inside
and try to find out what someone like you
is trying to hide from me.

Well I hope that you don't get angry girl,
and I hope that you don't get hurt
by the things I found
while goin' through your purse.

Your Make-up, and your compact,
and your lipstick, and shit like that,
And the keys that you keep on a chain.
Your cigarettes and my lighter too,
And a picture of your sister,
And God I think your one in the same.
Then I cleverly put all these things back into place
so you wouldn't think that I was a jerk.
Yeah the things I found while goin' through your purse.

Then I cleverly put all these things back into place
so you wouldn't think that I was a jerk.
Yeah the things I found while goin' through your purse.

Well a photo of your mother too.
And all the boys who dated you. And your high school graduation ring. And a check stub from the place you work. And some poetry from some Stupid jerk
who's tryin' to steal your heart from me.

Well I hope that you don't get offended girl.
Yeah and I hope you don't get hurt.
By the things I found while going through.
Yeah the things I found when I was goin' thru
The things I found while goin' thru your purse.