Don't worry about me baby

The pills are kicking in

I'd say that you owe me but

You don't have a dime

I wanna twist your hair

Round and around, baby

Round and around my hands

Tense in their hold

My head pulled back more

In rapture

And I trace my fingers around

And nobody heard a sound

I trace my fingers around

And they didn't break in between

Another song about that evening

In the room across the hall from your sister

You hid me away on purpose

Nailed me under the floor

I wanna twist your head

Round and around, baby

Round and around this room

Tense in my neck from bending far back

But I had to run away

And I trace my fingers around

And nobody heard a sound

I trace my fingers around

And they didn't break in between

Sorry

Let's not get political

Don't want people to think you're

One of those

Sorry

Let's not get political

Don't want people to think you're

One of those

(I trace my fingers around, around, around)