Last night I saw your skin go red
From your smelly little feet to the top of your head
Why do I feel so ashamed?
I know, I know, I know, I know
You read old letters written to me
I found an ancient lyric sheet
It felt like reading my diary from 1983
It's okay with me
You can keep your secrets with me
So when you wanna publish your memoirs
You'll have to come looking for me
Hey!
Why do I feel so ashamed?
Every word I've written now seems so lame
This song is not exempt
I wrote it in less than half a day
You read old letters written to me in the pages of a fanzine
Felt like reading my diary from 1983
It's okay with me
You can keep your secrets with me
So when you wanna publish your memoirs
You'll have to come looking for me
Why do I feel so ashamed?
Every word I've written now seems so lame
This song is not exempt
I wrote it in less than half a day
You read old letters written to me in the pages of a fanzine
Felt like reading my diary
From 1993 or just last week