i've touched a flame,
he's burning me up even when not around.
i don't understand what's going on.
i'm again going places
where those boys' and their expensive cars
their mercedes and audis don't go.
he tells me my magnificent names
could have traditional origins too,
and i immediately know:
he's changed the meaning of all the songs i know,
growing to be the travis of my story,
with no awareness of what is in store.
you see my deep brown eyes speak to you
but you're afraid to read.
i see the scratches on your face
and wonder if there's anyone
who wants to touch you
like me.
you said you'd not let anyone
you adhere to concepts of exclusivity
and there's something charmingly sexy about it.
