I've Got Your Number

Don't put this note by your face on the pillow Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools I pray you always need them I know what you have done I know what you have done Throwing advice like grenades at the table You're spinning your wisdom in stories that change Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel Grow a fucking heart love I know what you have done I know what you have done I've got your number I've got your number I've got your number I've got your number I've got your number You've got my number