They don’t know
What they like so much about it
They just go
For any shiny old bauble
And nobody sparkles like you …
But I can’t imagine it in better terms
Than naked, half awake, about to shave and go to work …
And I’m starting to think it could happen to me like it did to you
And I’m starting to actually feel it seep through the
Slick divide now
I don’t crack the door too far for anyone who’s pushing too hard on me
They don’t know
What they like so much about it
Maybe it goes
On the other side of the hallway,
The writing’s so small from here …
