Here we are, quiet at your kitchen table
With courtesy to little pet peeves
Napkins on laps, the strands pulled back
I hang the scarf and my mom's anorak
[Chorus]
Why do I tell you how I feel?
When you're just looking down my blouse
It's something I wouldn't say out loud
If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
[Verse 2]
Talking to some who laugh and others scorned
I guess humor could help me after all
It's funny, now I'm just useless and a whore
But I'll get a co-sign from your favorite one-man show
[Chorus]
Why do I tell you how I feel?
When you're too busy looking down my blouse
It's something I wouldn't say out loud
If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
Now
[Outro]
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mmm
Mmm, mhm, mhm, mhm
Mmm, mhm, mhm, mhm
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