if we could talk

He turns to me to quietly sigh

She smiles at you then faces me to cry

He's not the one who took it off the shelf

I help hold her as he inserts himself

His hands her left holds,but it's not him her right texts

Her neck his arms wrap, on her friend his eyes rest

Oh the girls I have helped him hold

Oh how quickly she changes her clothes

Oh how quickly he changes his emotions

Oh the number of wrongly accused

Oh the bribes by men in suits

Oh the groping of those who refused

Don't worry, we'll hold all your secrets

We don't look as thick as the secrets we hold

Funny how many of them are retold

But don't worry

For years and years,

we'll hold all your secrets