Ooh-ooh, ooh
Jason undressed me
Lying on his sheets
He did not do the same
Even his boots were on

Ooh-ooh, ooh



Clumsy, shakily

He ran his hands up me

He was afraid

Tears streaming down his face

Ooh-ooh, ooh



Jason, there's no rush

I know a lot comes up, ooh

Letting in some love

Where there always should have been some



I was proud to seem

Warm and mothering

Just for a night

Even through all the drink

Ooh-ooh, ooh



We were twenty-three

Breeders on CD

When we woke up

He just asked me to leave

Ooh-ooh, ooh



I stole twenty from his blue jeans

I'm pretty sure that he saw me