short skirt, knee highs, girl you showin' me them thighs,
eyes wide, mind right, 20/20 hindsight,
you're a dime times a dime, I’m sorry if I’m out of line,
I’m just running out of time, I know you’re tired of these lines,

you know the grind, we’re in our prime, to lie with you would be sublime,
I’m not saying you’re fine on purpose, fine's not the word, you’re fucking
perfect, and you’re not, you’re always clouding my thoughts, it’s awkward,
honestly I don’t know if it’s all in my head, I’m just

projecting this on you, this fantasy that I’ve bred,
or maybe I’m a scum bag who’s just scheming on some head,
it was myself I mislead, it was you I misread,
it’s my own bed that I’ve made, I lie in it everyday, alone