I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"

Now it's up the stairs,
And out of view. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
When I asked your name;
You asked the time.

Now it's two o'clock.
The club is closed,
We are up the block.
Your hands on me,
Pressing hard against your jeans,
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words [bad word] out,
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been here before.

I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a boy who's so [bad word] he doesn't talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought I'd meet him here,
But I'm not sure.
I've got the money
If you've got the time.
You said, "It feels good."
I said "I'll give it a try."

Then my mind went dark,
We both forgot where
your car was parked.
So let's take the train.
I'll meet up with the
band in the morning

Bad actors with bad habits...
Some sad singers, they just play tragic.
And the phone is ringing,
And the band is leaving
Let's just keep touching,
Let's just ...keep on singing.

I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a boy who's so [bad word] he doesn't talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't
seem to get full.
I need a meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always
seems to slip my mind.

But you, but you...

Such pretty words,
But life's no storybook.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me,
I didn't hurt me.
I didn't hurt me.
I didn't hurt me.
I didn't hurt me.
I didn't hurt me.

(I want a lover I don't have to love....)