Letras:Eugene Kelly. Oomalama. Hot Dog.

The things you do to me while holding me tight
Were in your head but not your heart
And with that other guy who you spent your night
Are you as dead? Does it really hurt?
And does it matter to you that you put me down?
You took me down from great to small
Do you even realize that the look when you sigh
Made me wish I'd never come at all
And now I wonder if you think like me
I guess you don't as you never did
When you find out that the friends you have need
Someone to be honest with