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.