you came into view glowing like a lite brite
bundled up in a green wool sweater
with faded jeans that fit just right
i had to turn around but still retain my cool
my eyes have played tricks before but never one this cruel

but you were for real i've gotta keep moving
you ain't gonna steal what's left of my cool
i'm done fooling around
i ain't no daddy's princess pony ride or birthday clown
i don't need a pretty girl playing me stealing my cool

after all that you did it to me
why did you pick me i'm gonna show ya
that you're all that because you did it you made me smile

it's late in your room tepid orange night light
casts liquid shadows on a boys for pele poster
while our steady mattress rhythm makes your roomy uptight
she slams the door with her shoe in playful disapproval
panting turns to laughter carried 'til the morning after
when our forks scrape a cacophony of benedict eggs

curiosity seems to be a lame reasoning
for breaking up a home that she holds true
although she's salted the sore it doesn't even the score
to turn your back while stabbing hers
now she's got her a man to wait on her foot and hand
you're free to roam
don't be careless this time search yourself and you'll find
she's playing house while he wants a home

you used to be real i gotta keep moving
you ain't gonna steal what's left of my cool
sequester memories in a box on a shelf
how could you respect me 'til i respect myself
i don't need a pretty girl playing me stealing my cool