Stomach in knots, and then
Steps, grass, gate, door
Oh, you perfect stranger
Elastic breaking dawn
Last night’s outfit on
From St. Kilda
Towards St. Kilda West
Start my walk of shamelessness
Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary
Construction men, whistling
“Hey, sweetheart, where’ve you been?”
Paper shop, buy a pen
What a pretty neighborhood
Stop short, remember him
Biting hard between my legs
Then no more talk inside my head
Delicious feeling like I’m dead
For just a second, shutting up
A fire shock all in my gut
I want to feel it over all the time
I want to feel it over all the time
Come back again
Stop making friends
It’s a lot like Chapstick
The effect wears off quick
Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary
Construction men, maybe eat
Quick, consider motherhood
Luna park, smiling head
Call Melissa, dinner plans
Walking by the esplanade
Feel my stomach in his hands
(I want to feel it over all the time)
