Cherry Chapstick

Someone else's date In someone else's door There's a girl with cherry Chapstick on and nothing more. It's such a lurid pose and she seems this close But not to me Clear as day Crawling home at night Wondering why the girls don't look at me when I walk by. And the way they make me feel is way too real to believe Wondering what it could be like if I could be that smooth I could think about all that I missed out It's hard to do Someone else's date In someone else's door There's a girl with cherry Chapstick on and nothing more It's such a lurid pose and she seems this close But not to me Running around in circles all day long