She can't get off the bathroom floor
Who's that sneaking out her bedroom
Bet he won't be back for more
Some other girl's gloom
All smiles on his way out
She just hopes he closed the front door
Last night put an end to her drought
no need for an encore
Her mother calls round noon
Are you still with that buffoon
Not anymore, he's become a specter
We need to talk about your choices, June
Here comes another lecture
That's when she hangs up
Would rather have an adventure
So she sends some pretty boy a picture
Hoping her mother's words won't affect her
He likes what he sees
They make plans for some other day
He might have a disease
But she's as cool as the breeze
When she gets her way