Watch out
I'll bite'cha, babe
I'll sink my nails into your back
And scream holy
Into your spinal cord
Not even stopping for a second to think
Maybe
This somebody
Actually wants something more than I can give him
Wants something more than
Hideaway-back door-county fair
City girl
Wants something more than casual
Wants backyard swings and picket fences but
That's not really my style
I'm not really down with this whole
Settling down thing
I'm not really down
With worrying about what you said to me
Last Tuesday
When you called in a frenzy about
That girl
I'm the kind of girl
That most guys dream about
No strings attached
If you can learn how to catch me by my collarbones
You can keep me in your collarbones
But so far
The criteria has been strictly set
To guys with large hands
And cold hearts
And you
Sweet sweet boy
Just don't make the cut
