Someone else's date in someone else's door
There's a girl with cherry Chapstick on and nothing more
It's such a lurid pose and she seems this close but not to me
Clear as day, crawling home at night
Wondering why the girls don't look at me when I walk by
And the way they make me feel, it's way too real to believe

Night and day, swingers on the move
Wondering what it would be like if I could be that smooth
I could think about all that I missed out, it's hard to do
Someone else's date in someone else's door
There's a girl with cherry Chapstick on and nothing more
It's such a lurid pose and she seems this close but not to me

Running around in circles all day long
Running around in circles all day long