I rub elbows with some bad boys
They take badgers with their tea
And I’m scared of my friends
When we wrestle they really hurt me
Shots on the block
I think not, I think not
I keep them close, they show their scars to me
I’m a punching bag and a therapist who works for free
Kiss me counselor you’re so sweet
When we talk I think you love me
I could tell you anything
It’s nice that someone’s thinking of me
Oh me, oh my, I’m feeling lonely
Wide open to anybody
Give me kisses or something squishy
Something softer than concrete
Kiss me counselor you’re so sweet
When we talk I think you love me
I could tell you anything
It’s nice that someone’s thinking
Street boy, flashlight, window, crowbar
Xbox, dog barks, gloves off, rip hard
Fake card, back home, tiptoe, good kid
While they don’t know, close mouth, don’t leave me alone
I rub elbows with some bad boys
They take badgers with their tea
And I’m scared of my friends
When we wrestle they really hurt me
