all alone in your pajamas
writing letters to your grandma
she doesnt understand whats wrong with kids today
things were better back in 1938
you go to school
you do the homework
the extra credit
but you still feel like a jerk
second captain on the debating club youve got the g.p.a.
but where is the dirty love?
its not right, youre by yourself on a friday night
lost and alone
youve got bark if you want the bone...
put your hands on my cashmere sweater
my cashmere sweater
put your hands o-o-on my cashmere sweather
dont it make you feel better?
you drive your friend to the rock show
youve got suspicions that shes kind of a ho
she disappears with the drummer
youre sitting on the curb
what a bummer
its not fair, youre dying and no one seems to care,
take, take a stand,
put down the pencil case and take my hand...
put your hands on my cashmere sweater
my cashmere sweater
put your hands o-o-on my cashmeere sweather
dont it make you feel better?
come to me, im warm and fuzzy...