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



Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Wyld
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