Safe sex, the diaphram, lacking of your self-control.
Diary, the top drawer, your mother wished she'd never seen.
I just wanted to be loved she said.
It's something that I never had.

Call him at three am, wishing to be reassured.
He'd love to, of course he would, Anything to get you in his bed.

Goodnight she said, I'm gonna start a revolution
And you can be the star(t) of it, it's in my head.

Footprints, and fallen leaves;
these are the kind of things lovers think of.
Backseats and motels; these are the places that they've been.
You want none of these things, these are the things that make us weak.

There went the world
Just one girl