Start to let go
Of your inhibitions,
Because I'm tired of them.
Get out of your seat
This is the intermission
My hand is yours if you'll take it.
Don't start to leave
I'm not impressed
I've been here all week
And I'm finally dressed
This isn't a question of your intelligence
I'm sure you'll do just fine if I tested out your lips.
Take a deep breath
Before you do something that you'll soon regret
Because I sure as hell won't be here,
When you drop everything,
I wouldn't pick up the pieces if you paid me.
And I am Torn
But I'm not home
And I'm never gonna leave
(This isn't a question of your intelligence, I'm sure you'll do just....)