Medium Horny

Oh maybe I tried to impress you
With my being a donor
Phone-less lust
It seems unsafe and unlikely
My neighbors need answers
Give me the question
I'm more than lazy
But I'm less than exciting
And medium horny
You've a Rolodex of holy women for me
I'm a sunbeam so she must be lonely
I'm sick of bar banter
But attracted to the neon

Oh maybe I try
Not to guess so I'm just reading it over
Boneless thugs seem to hate and to like me
It's not what I'm after
But it's something I can lean on
(You used to call me that)
(You used to call me that)
(You used to call me that)
(You used to call me that)
(You used to call me that)

(Time suggests we live better than this)
(Time suggests we live better than this)
(Time suggests we live better than this)
Hold my glasses
Hold my only key home
Even if they ask us
Blame it on the service of a cellphone
Hold my glasses
Hold my only key home
Even if they ask us
Blame it on the service of a cellphone
(Time suggests we live better than this)
(Hold my glasses)
(Hold my only key home)
(Even if they ask us)
(Blame it on the service of a cellphone)



Credits
Writer(s): Lorenzo Scott Huerta
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