Roll The Tape

I was recording a demo by a scatterbrained girl with which I'd shared a stage
She played the accordion and was about to move to New York
And while I didn't find her that pretty and could barely tolerate her personality
I have it on good authority; I could have had sex with that girl

I never had sex for the conquest but she was stuck on auto-suggest
And every time I'd roll the tape, she'd sit on the bed and say "wait"

But you were in the other room and I'd just broken up with you
And if I wanted to make a move, I could have had sex with that girl
Though I doth protest too much, I could tell by the way she hugged
But I just didn't like her as such; I could have had sex with that girl

I never have sex for the conquest, but she was stuck on auto-suggest
And every time I'd roll the tape, she'd sit on the bed and say "wait"

She left her number and her mic stand as an excuse that she could come back again
But I only thought of her as a friend; I could have had sex with that girl

I never have sex for the conquest; she was stuck on auto-suggest
And every time I'd roll the tape, she'd sit on the bed and say "wait"