The Residue of Saturday Nights
It’s that Monday morning of shadows
You know, the kind that weighs you down
Pulls you down to sheets stained with sweat
Caress that vest only he’d buy
Like a blanket from your old crib
My old fling’s too scared to say hello
Stares below my neck
Taste of a stranger’s tongue
Mouth dry and waiting…
Painted bitches in the cafeteria
Glance away to boyfriends
An empty seat faces you
Legal Seafood dates
Fail to fulfill
One more virgin tablecloth…
You know, the kind that weighs you down
Pulls you down to sheets stained with sweat
Caress that vest only he’d buy
Like a blanket from your old crib
My old fling’s too scared to say hello
Stares below my neck
Taste of a stranger’s tongue
Mouth dry and waiting…
Painted bitches in the cafeteria
Glance away to boyfriends
An empty seat faces you
Legal Seafood dates
Fail to fulfill
One more virgin tablecloth…
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