Parry Gripp - Cashmere lyrics

All alone in your pajamas Writing letters to your grandma She doesn't understand what's wrong with kids today Things were better back in 1938 You go to school, do the homework Extra credit, but you still feel like a jerk Second captain of the debating club You've got the GPA, but where is the dirty love? It's not right You're by yourself on a Friday night Lost and alone You've got to bark if you want the bone Put your hands on my cashmere sweater My cashmere sweater Put your hands on my cashmere sweater Don't it make you feel better? You drive your friend to the rock show You've got suspicions that she's kind of a ho She disappears with the drummer You're sitting on the curb, what a bummer It's not fair You're dying and no one seems to care Take, take a stand Put down the pencil case and take my hand Put your hands on my cashmere sweater My cashmere sweater Put your hands on my cashmere sweater Don't it make you feel better? Come to me, I'm warm and fuzzy