he's got a funny grip on my wrist
and I just can't seem to let it go:
there's sensuality in my laughter
and when I fall to the ground I'm
dirty like their sex.
these boys like it when I'm beneath them
and I just can't seem to get back up:
I'm twisting my shirt around my hips
and they think it's hot the way I rub
mud into my jeans.
he's grabbing at my stomach and when I hit rock bottom
they're staring again:
I just can't seem to stop loving the attention,
so I lick my lips and stare right on back.