Medium Horny

Oh, maybe I try

To impress you with my being a donor

Phoneless lust seems unsafe and unlikely

My neighbors need answers

Gimme the question

I'm more than lazy, but I'm less than exciting

And medium horny

You've a Rolodex of holy women for me

I'm a sunbeam, so she must be lonely

I'm sick of bar banter

But attracted to the neon

Oh, maybe I try not to guess

So I'm just reading it over

Boneless thugs seem to hate and to like me

It's not what I'm after

But it's something I can lean on

You used to call me that

You used to call me that

You used to call me that

You used to call me that

You used to call me that

Time suggests we live better than this

Better than this

Time suggests we live better than this

Better than this

Hold my glasses

Hold my only key home

Even if they ask us

Blame it on the service of a cell phone

Hold my glasses

Hold my only key home

Even if they ask us

Blame it on the service of a cell phone