blow a whistle and spew sweet nothings just to get a glimpse of a soft chest a cleavage that is painted by the hands you can't touch me with by the hands you can't harm me with by the hands you strangled me with be a good man for a day or two just so you can spit and curse under my dress when the sun sets you only wanted to open the blinds you only wanted to let the light in the sun is setting and there's none left maybe under my earrings you bought or under your scarred chin maybe under the bed or in your old crib find a piece of yourself you can't hurt me with find the light admits the dark locks of your curls am i just another one of your girls?