She fed me strawberries
And freezer burned ice cream
I said, Goodbye, I guess
She lifted up her dress
And so I must confess
We made out one more time
Before I left for good
She thought I'd come back
But I wouldn't want to seem like other guys
A book and record love
We sat and read our books
Between those longing looks
Compounded by our fear
My tongue inside her ear
My tongue inside her
In the basement of her mother's house
Where she once taped the
First three sides of Sandinista for my car
We were lookin' for ourselves
An' found each other in the car
It was rare to do much more
Than simply mess around in the car
It was mostly mutual masturbation
Though we spoke of penetration
I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out
Once I had this dream
Where I slept with her Mom
Unless I've got this wrong
A secret all along
Unless she hears this song
Unless she hears it
On a tape inside her car
With her new husband
And she turns to him and says, I think thats me
In the car, we were lookin' for ourselves
An' found each other
In the car, we groped for excuses
Not to be alone anymore
In the car we were waiting for our lives
To start their endings
In the car, we were never making love
We were never makin' love
We were never makin' love

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