burning sidewalks glisten like sunsets on water.
and rose-colored kisses light up inside of my throat.
some men tell me bedtime stories, but most of them don't bother.
they think they can't hurt me if they think i don't know
what they're about to do
   when the lights go out-
      the children cry,
         seaweed sugared kisses
            paint the blue sky.
and soon it all turns black.
and i can't turn my back.

he touches me once and kisses me twice.
      and locks me up for the rest of the night.
i caress him once and i smile nice.
      till he closes my door and breaks me goodnight.

they think they can't hurt me if they think i don't know;
but i know you.

i burn like a phantom in your midnight-wet dreams.
rose-scented oil anoits me after you have your way.
i'm not a statue, i swear, but you're also not who you seem.
and all the morals from tales tell me stay away
from the bad news bad boys
   when the lights go out-
      the babies die.
         glow-in-the-dark stars shine
            where lovers lie.
but it soon turns black.
and you know i can't go back.

he touches me once and kisses me twice.
      and locks me up for the rest of the night.
i caress him once and i smile nice.
      till he closes my door and breaks me goodnight.

he touches me once and kisses me twice.
      his stone-hard fingers burning me like ice.
i caress him once and i smile nice.
      it's all that i can do to survive this night.

they think they can't hurt me if they think i don't know
but i know you.