Someone else's date at someone else's door There's a girl with Cherry Chapstick on and nothing more It's such a lurid pose and she seems this close but not to me
Clear as day Crawling home at night Wondering why the girls don't look at me when I walk by And the way they make me feel it's too way too real to believe
Night and day the swinger's on the move Wondering what it would be like if I could be that smooth I could think about all that I missed out It's hard to do
Someone else's date at someone else's door There's a girl with Cherry Chapstick on and nothing more It's such a lurid pose and she seems this close But not to me