Worm

You know I crawled out
Of the gutters of the night
Please take me in your arms
And assure me it’s all right
That no one’s going to harm me
Or make me want to leave
That’s the kind of girl you are
The kind on which I feed
Watch me turn into a worm
And slither underneath
The mental blankets of your dreams
The clothes in which you sleep
Trust me, babe, have a heart
Satisfy my every need
Trust me, babe, sleep with me
I can make you scream
Trust in me
I don’t mean to break you down
Or shame you into sin
Just want a girl to brag about and
Share with my friends
I just want your number
To put in my black book
Gimme your number, gimme a taste
A Betty Grable look
I can’t stop myself from crawling after you
And hanging out at all the cheesy places
That you do
Can’t change my what I’m made of
It’s such a part of me
Trust me, babe, trust me
This sickness runs so deep