Cherry Chapstick (acoustic)

Someone else's date, 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 The way they make me feel is still way too real To believe Night and day, swingers on the move Wondering what it could 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, 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 Running 'round in circles all day long