Blouse

Here we are, quiet at your kitchen table With courtesy to little pet peeves Napkins on laps, strands pulled back I hang the scarf and my mom's anorak Why do I tell you how I feel When you're just looking down the blouse? It's something I wouldn't say out loud If touch could make them hear, then touch me now If touch could make them hear, then touch me now Talking to some who laugh and others scorned I guess humor could help me after all It's funny now, I'm just useless and a whore But I get a cosign from your favorite one-man show Why do I tell you how I feel When you're too busy looking down my blouse? It's something I wouldn't say out loud If touch could make them hear, then touch me now If touch could make them hear, then touch me now If touch could make them hear, then touch me now (now)