Molly

I met Molly in a small Wisconsin bar

She ordered twenty-one tequilas

Her hair was red and she had tattoos on her arms

Said, "I'm sort of pleased to meet ya."

I met Charlie in a college lecture hall

Thought we were friends until he threw me

Under the bus with just the road to break my fall

Then he ran away with Molly

On the inside, you're still wearing your clothes

Protection, your blood is running cold

Your heartbeat is skipping like a stone

I met Molly at a punk show in Cape Town

She ordered me a double whiskey

She had a Ph.D. in dragging fools around

I wish I knew before she kissed me

On the inside, you're still wearing your clothes

Protection, your blood is running cold

Your heartbeat is skipping like a stone

You're damaged goods

You're damaged goods

You're damaged goods to me

You're damaged goods

You're damaged goods

You're damaged goods to me

On the inside, you're still wearing your clothes

Protection, your blood is running cold

Your heartbeat is skipping like a stone

You're damaged goods

You're damaged goods

You're damaged goods to me

On the inside, you're still wearing your clothes

Protection, your blood is running cold

Your heartbeat is skipping like a stone