We were stranger than the others
And they knew they had to hold us with a lighter hand.
Most mornings found us searching for an answer
And most evenings weren't suitable.
We were wound about so tightly
That we couldn't touch each other with a straw.
And, Sue, I've got no real regrets,
But, why then did you let both of us touch you?
We were never really all that close;
I guess I'm really getting mad for nothing.
Your mother had a sofa and she rode it
Like she thought it was a couch and four.
You were marching in the drill team and I swear
You really thought you had a boyfriend, didn't you?
I never really wanted you,
But, Sue, how could you face him every morning?
I have several lives to live
And each one of them continues without asking.
It's all that I can do to count my skeletons
And take my paid vacations.
Your beauty titles ring a little strangely in my ears
Sometimes in certain rooms.
It may be true that you were innocent,
But, Sue, then, why are you not crying?
It may be true that you were innocent,
But, Sue, then, why are you not crying?