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Annie Blackman
Annie Blackman
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Annie Blackman
Annie Blackman
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Talk to me for hours while you're high
And then on Saturday night
Take the train to her place in the city where all that nice furniture must make her look so pretty
I'm not embarrassing when the lights are out
I'm not embarrassing when your mouth is on my mouth
I'm not embarrassing when we're alone
And I bet you'd even do it if
No one else could know
Talk to me for hours on the phone
Cause you know I know things she doesn't know
Act like she's a piece of modern art
But staring at a painting doesn't make you smart
I'm not embarrassing when the lights are out
I'm not embarrassing when your mouth is on my mouth
I'm not embarrassing when we're alone
And I bet you'd even do it if
No one else could know
She's cold and you know she's cold
Cosmopolitan and mean and unemotional
She'll ignore you at a party if the room is full
Talk to me for hours in your car
I'll keep my seat belt buckled I know we're not going far
It's lonely on the inside I wish somebody had told
That turning seventeen won't make you any older
Written by: Annie Blackman
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