I'm not your girlfriend But I'm a lot of little things Like the bug inside the bathtub With wet wings Like a play within a play Within a play within a scene Like the look you shot your father When he asked if I would sing Oh, come on Just one song ♪ I'm not your baby But I'm a lot of moving parts Like a piston in an engine Or the whole car Like my hand in transit landing On the handle of your jaw Like the work it takes to keep me At the length of both your arms I can go Just say so ♪ Actually, if you're around, come by It's late but if you're awake then so am I And I can't cut it out ♪ I'm not my envy But I'm a bunch of stuff instead Like the top sheet in a tangle At the bed's end Like the weeds grown out the sidewalk In a cluster from the crack Like my fist inside my pocket When you talk to me like that He persists Just one kiss ♪ Actually, if you're around, come by It's late but if you're awake then so am I And I can't cut it out ♪ What would you do to me If you could do anything to me? What would you do to me If you could do anything to me? What would you do to me If you could do anything to me? What would you do to me If you could do anything to me?