Safe sex, the diaphram, lacking of your self-control
Diary, the top drawer, your mother wished she'd never seen
I just wanted to be loved she said
It's something that I never had

Call him at 3 am, wishing to be reassured
He'd love to, of course he would, Anything to get you in his bed

Goodnight she said, I'm gonna start a revolution
And you can be the star(t) of it, it's in my head

Footprints, and fallen leaves;
these are the kind of things lovers think of
Backseats and motels; these are the places that they've been
You want none of these things, these are the things that make us weak

There went the world
Just one girl