you're going or gone.
i don't know which.

i don't know anything
except for the turns
that keep you coming
keep me strayin'
to this place.

from this place.

& i'll be friends with your friends
let them let you know that i was worth it.
i am a sweetheart; a desdemona of the modern age.

i could never cheat, never hurt a man.
just string him along, cut him away,
lure him with my pretty name
which causes me to thank
my mother when
introductions
are made.

mother, thank you for this deception
for my name which could lure a man
should i choose to tell him.
should i choose him.
should i choose?

i go
racing through red lights
with fines that follow
with fines in tow.

oh! why am i
runnin' red lights
for you?