Child

I took a car to Christopher Street You were loose and claiming me With your red lipstick I take another big sip You took the tab and the taxi home And I stay quiet, try to make jokes But inside oh, feel like such a child Me and my thrift store cardigan I can't, I can't wait to see you again And the child in me's painted on my face My brain is fuzzy from all the whiskey You threw me around in your clean white sheets Like you knew me, Like you knew me Then you left me for your nine to five And I stayed at yours and wrote five songs about you Me and my thrift store cardigan I can't, I can't wait to see you again And the child in me's painted on my face You look so good in your fancy clothes but you can't fool me 'Cause I can see right through you, you're just a baby Maybe I look like a child but I'm no fool But I wonder what you'd be like to come home to You look so good in your fancy clothes but you can't fool me 'Cause I can see right through you, you're just a baby Maybe I look like a child but I'm no fool But I wonder what you'd be like to come home to