I Just Want Your Jeans

My room faces north
But the sun's in the south
I am just waking up
To the news of my birth
I am a girl and I'm lucky to be here
Whatever that's worth

Like an ostrich
I lived with my head in the sand
I slipped into corners
I sat on my hands
I learned to stifle
The shouts and the outrage
I'm feeling deep down

With my chains falling off
And the hope in a friend
Cafés and walkaways
And sculptured weekends
I am getting to love my freedom
I am getting to like my surroundings

My room faces north
But the sun's in the south
You are far out of reach
Could I be any worth?
To some special person
My mind is unknowing
Of any such luck

So I yell out the window
I answer the mail
My diary is quiet, the definitive nail
In my social coffin
I blame all the boffins
For making me fail

For an hour in the park
Or an hour on the couch
With the boy of my choice
If he makes me go "Ouch!"
I will swap all my dumb school prizes
I am open to dark surprises

My room faces north
But the sun's in the south
You are far out of reach
Perfect hand, perfect mouth

I'll barter my freedom
I'll trade all my medals
Please keep me in dreams
I don't want commitment
I don't want the drama
I just want your jeans
I just want your jeans