She fed me strawberries
And freezer-burned ice cream
I said "Goodbye, I guess"
She lifted up her dress
And so I must confess
We made out one more time
Before I left for good
She thought I'd come back
But I wouldn't want to seem like other guys
A book-and-record love
We sat and read our books
Between those longing looks
Compounded by our fear
My tongue inside her ear
My tongue inside her
In the basement of her mother's
House where we once
Taped the first three sides of Sandanista! for my car
We were looking for ourselves
And found each other in the car
It was rare to do much more
Than simply mess around in the car
It was mostly mutual
Masturbation
Though we spoke of penetration
I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out
Once I had this dream
Where I slept with her mom
Unless I've got this wrong
A secret all along
Unless she hears this song
Unless she hears it
On a tape inside her car with
Her new husband
And she turns to him and says, "I think that's me"
In the car
We were looking for ourselves
And found each other in the car
We groped for excuses
Not to be alone anymore in the car
We were waiting for our lives to start their endings
In the car
We were never making love
We were never making love
We were never making love
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