Between Your Teeth Songtext
I hate this party
There's no parking spots
I'm pissed and sober
And full of thoughts
And full of loving
But you smirk at me
When I try and slip my tongue between your teeth
If I get too close
Will you rub off on me?
You say that I'm funny
And I feel stupid
Gonna wash my body like a chore
I'd be lucky to earn your weekends
And I couldn't want you any more
You don't care if I get home safe
And suddenly, I don't either
But you're in the passenger seat, half-drunk
So I'll keep my eyes fixed on the meter
I hate your friends
And how well they know you
You're gonna grow up
With the same kids from high school
And they're saying things about me
Will linger 'til I'm eighty
I'll sit cross-legged as you tell me your stories
If I get too close
Will you rub off on me?
You say that I'm funny
And I feel stupid
Gonna wash my body like a chore
I'd be lucky to earn your weekends
And I couldn't want you any more
You don't care if I get home safe
And suddenly, I don't either
But you're in the passenger seat, half-drunk
So I'll keep my eyes fixed on the meter
You say that I'm pretty
And I feel lovely
Until I'm naked in my room
I'd be lucky to touch myself
And finish to the thought of you
And you don't care if I come and visit
And I care enough to do it for sure
But you're in the passenger seat, yelling "faster!"
So I put my pedal to the floor
And I couldn't want you more
There's no parking spots
I'm pissed and sober
And full of thoughts
And full of loving
But you smirk at me
When I try and slip my tongue between your teeth
If I get too close
Will you rub off on me?
You say that I'm funny
And I feel stupid
Gonna wash my body like a chore
I'd be lucky to earn your weekends
And I couldn't want you any more
You don't care if I get home safe
And suddenly, I don't either
But you're in the passenger seat, half-drunk
So I'll keep my eyes fixed on the meter
I hate your friends
And how well they know you
You're gonna grow up
With the same kids from high school
And they're saying things about me
Will linger 'til I'm eighty
I'll sit cross-legged as you tell me your stories
If I get too close
Will you rub off on me?
You say that I'm funny
And I feel stupid
Gonna wash my body like a chore
I'd be lucky to earn your weekends
And I couldn't want you any more
You don't care if I get home safe
And suddenly, I don't either
But you're in the passenger seat, half-drunk
So I'll keep my eyes fixed on the meter
You say that I'm pretty
And I feel lovely
Until I'm naked in my room
I'd be lucky to touch myself
And finish to the thought of you
And you don't care if I come and visit
And I care enough to do it for sure
But you're in the passenger seat, yelling "faster!"
So I put my pedal to the floor
And I couldn't want you more