LETCH
17, with her ducks all in a row
Mr. Dean, and his bifocals down low
It used to be when time was, on the side that I was
with my insane points of view
now those very same thoughts, are liable to get me caught
In my prison issued blues
and I feel like a letch
since when was fourteen, twenty-three
my mind is a wreck
when I was there I didn't see
her eyes were painted in as she kicked me in the shin
we had no fear of disease and her socks went to her knees
and I feel like a letch
In magazines, she's a CK phenomenon
sight unseen, are her p.j.'s dad and mom
why do we have to rush it, your heads a mess so brush it
and after all whats more than that
tomorrows outfits waiting, my friends I'm educating
on being sensual fashion brats
and I feel like a letch
since when was fourteen, twenty-three
my mind is a wreck
when I was there I didn't see
her eyes were painted in as she kicked me in the shin
we had no fear of disease and her socks went to her knees
and I feel like a letch
I'll see you on the rebound, and hope that you will have found
something more than finer shoes (she's an after school special)
to strut across the asphalt, Mr. Dean's not at fault
he pretends he's not amused
and I feel like a letch
since when was fourteen, twenty-three
my mind is a wreck
when I was there I didnt see
her eyes were painted in as she kicked me in the shin
we had no fear of disease and her socks went to her knees
and I feel like a letch
I feel like a letch
I feel like a letch
JOEY LUGASSY © '05