Love Story (Rebecca's Version)

I'll touch the elevator buttons

With the crooks of my fingers

I'll pray to anything

To see your face

Though I'm hesitant to linger.

Can we just stay inside

Content to lie

Let the world think we

Malingered

Get fucked up and zoom Scott Stringer

I'll kiss your lips

Through masks of paint

And caress you with mitts of rubber

I'll hold you in a hazmat grasp

And make offerings to an air filter

Your heart beats fast against my chest

Or that might just be

The friction

Of plastic on my shoulder

Touching plastic on your shoulders

This is sex

I'll bring you to restaurants

We will bring our food from home

We'll eat cans of beans

And have high self-esteem

From dining where we could never afford

We'll sit in Madison Square Garden

And share a phone

To watch our favorite singers

While they're ailing in a bunker

And the ushers try to shoo us out

Because New York will soon be

An exclusion zone

I'll kiss your lips

Through masks of paint

And caress you with mitts of rubber

I'll hold you in a hazmat grasp

And make offerings to an air filter

Your heart beats fast against my chest

Or that might just be

The friction

Of plastic on my shoulder

Touching plastic on your shoulders

This is sex

I want my care for you to never be intensive

I want any measures I take for you to be preventive

I would gladly kiss you now

But my poor health is an incentive

To let you go

And quarantine my poor heart at home

I'll kiss your lips

Through masks of paint

And caress you with mitts of rubber

I'll hold you in a hazmat grasp

And make offerings to an air filter

Your heart beats fast against my chest

Or that might just be

The friction

Of plastic on my shoulder

Touching plastic on your shoulders

Of plastic on my shoulder

Touching plastic on your shoulders

Of plastic on my shoulder

Touching plastic on your shoulders

This is sex

This is sex