Summer Camp - Last American Virgin - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

another sunday, in the cafe he leans over to me pushing forward in his chair he whispers privately 'they don't know where we go when the lights turn low. you and me we're the same, we know we all have to go' he writes his name in the soap on the counter top. i grip my chair with white knuckles wishing that he would stop. dont you dare try to compare, i am nothing like you.

you're bringing me down. at a bus stop in the rain, he slithers over to me. pulling at his greasy hair i know he thinks i'll agree. 'they dont see what we see when we close our eyes you and me we're the same i know we both fantasize.' he pulls his jacket closer to him as he winks at the night. out of sight i'd rather walk, but something just isnt right. don't you dare try and compare, i am nothing like you. you're bringing me down.