You were always cute but Godd*** you got hot! Hot enough to streak the streets white with sunspots when you walk And I'm still obsessed with cowboys and Indians And you're bitin' your lip when you lose your breath I'm not over you yet I know I will not call It's this decision I've made So I'm up all night chanting, "Vow I can't break!" I might bite my nails so I can't scratch my face