Just So

Don’t you think it’s time
you told me who you are?
No better place than now —
the back seat of your car.
You’ve got this thing, you know,
this thing that makes me want to eat you up.
Don’t you think I know
what you want from me?
But you remember how
I like it on my knees
You’ve got this thing, you know,
this thing that makes me want to eat you up.
And aren’t you just so -?
Don’t you think I wish
that love could melt like snow?
Acid in your smile,
I think it suits you so