You got me falling in love with what’s next
The personality’s a casualty but I’m impressed
With the way you control the verbs
Moving in and out with words

Slow, slow down we don’t have to rush
How profound is the sequence
Perception to the touch
Is it just me or does this routine
Ever get inside your head
And tell you all the little things you wish had been said
That you wish had been said

When will I be old enough to do as I please
These late nights are getting old
There are better ways to your knees
Mommy always had you buttoned up
We were daddy’s little peach
When will I be old enough
To do as I please

You’ve got me here, but you’ve got me wrong
I’m not a cannibal but I cannot say
I won’t eat one of my own
But with words slurred I confess
This smile isn’t based on your subtle wit
But the cut of your dress
It makes that ugly morning seem so far away
And if it ever comes at all then I’ll know just what to say

So wake up, wake up it’s the morning
Another eight hours
And the days left you wanting reprieve
Or at least religion
But just relax cause everyone’s sinning
Last night the drinks, the words, the kiss
The car, the apartment, the cab fare, fake digits
Your hair, your make-up, your high heels, impeccable
And all of it, just to sit
With some wannabe’s and counterfeits
How respectable, how respectable

Let’s turn the lights on
Let’s turn the lights on
Let’s turn the lights on
Let’s turn the lights on now

When will I be old enough to do as I please
Mommy had you buttoned up
We were daddy’s little peach
When will I be old enough
When will I be, when will I be, when will I be