Blouse Testo

Here we are, quiet at your kitchen table
With courtesy to little pet peeves
Napkins on laps, the strands pulled back
I hang the scarf in my mom's anorak

Why do I tell you how I feel?
When you're just looking down the blouse
It's something I wouldn't say out loud
If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
Talking to some who laugh and others scorned
I guess humor could help me after all
It's funny, now I'm just useless and a whore
But I'll get a co-sign from your favorite one-man show

Why do I tell you how I feel?
When you're too busy looking down my blouse
It's something I wouldn't say out loud
If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
Now

Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mmm
Mmm, mhm, mhm, mhm
Mmm, mhm, mhm, mhm