Five Stars

You clap your hands and then you clapped your heels right on the pavement
I'm firing sixteen cylinders, you're running at twenty-five percent
Couple up, double down. A red tassel to adorn your head
It'll turn you around and spread across your skin

Five stars for you and all your little games
And for making me feel so ashamed
Your mouth and tongue withdrew
And your skin feels so warm but I'm already yours anyway
And it just takes my breath away.

If you're set on making grades and making love, what does that make me
Couple whispers on the side, dirty looks – they must've all gone crazy
Got so sick of it all. Clandestine spite, they've got it in spades
See, I heard you call. Your voice sounded so thin

Five stars for you and all your little games
And for making me feel so ashamed
Your mouth and tongue withdrew
But your skin feels so warm and I'm already yours anyway
And it just takes my breath away

I won't be bothered...