People often ask me if like America
And I just pretend like I didn't come
For the crush that's grown to work
In one of those shops you know
Not the drabs you know
'Cause they only sell big diamonds
No
People often ask me
People haven't asked me
People often ask me
If I mind...
That now he's got girls
Who like things
Like I've never held a gun
But I'd like to
On his face... book
Better next time
Like the time that plane took me
To the beat
My heart skipped
And put his hand on my crotch
Like he didn't have a wife to kid
Or sweaty palms
People often ask me
People haven't asked me
People often ask me
People often ask me
People often ask me
And I just stay quiet
About Mary with the lights
Sticking fingers ina a hot-to-go rotisserie chicken
Thinking I need to
Wash my hair, and
That was close, and
My friend's kind of way, way, way to young
For the unplanned pregnency
Even in love
Even in love
Or twist the cap and pout
For the wrong religion
Find that it's quite completely true
Thinking everybody counts
As long as she sings like a nickel
Into the boat of god, of the face of
Fuck
Stop
To cult speculation
Like lust that stopped being so hard to do without
No
People often ask me
People often ask me
People haven't asked me
People haven't asked me
People haven't asked me
And I stay quiet
'Cause I'm fine
I don't mind
I'm fine
I don't mind
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
People haven't asked me
People haven't asked me
People haven't asked me
People haven't asked me
People haven't asked me
And I just stay quiet
'Cause we're all so polite
We're all so polite
We're all so polite
'Cause we just want to be liked