Rest of Jess

The loves and dreams of a California girl.

Let’s pretend I’m attractive and then,
You won’t mind, you can twist for a while.

It’s the night, I can be who you like,
And I’ll quietly leave before it gets light.

So twist and whisper the wrong name,
I don’t care and nor do my ears,
Twist yourself around me,
I need company, I need human heat,
I need human heat.

Well this is just a simple song,
To say what you’ve done.
I told you about all those fears,
And away they did run.
You sure must be strong.
And you feel like an ocean, being warmed by the sun.

I know that things can really get rough, when you go it alone.
Don’t go thinking you gotta be tough, and play like a stone.
Could be there’s nothing else in our lives, so critical,
As this little home.

Maybe I’ll be your hometown fantasy.

But I’m not battery-operated,
or as sharp as you are serrated.

And maybe, I’ll be, a steam-train all metal and black.

If you’ll lay down my track,

'Til it’s time for you to get back.

That I don’t want you hanging out with me
But I want you when I call
And we can stay together separately
And we won’t be lonely at all

I don’t want to get too close to you
And I don’t want you close to me
There’s a back door waiting just for you
If this isn’t what you need
There’s a back door waiting just for you
If this isn’t what you need

That secret that you knew
But don’t know how to tell
It fucks with your honor
And it teases your head
But you know that its good girl
‘Cos its running you with red

Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both my hands
Chewing on a candy bar

You said “Ain’t this just like the present
To be showing up like this”

AS a moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss.

And I said I know it well.

Got my little red party dress on
Everybody knows that I’m a mess
I’m crazy
Get a little bit of bourbon in ‘ya
Get a little bit suburban
And go crazy
Because you’re young and wild and free
You’re dancing circles around me
You’re fucking crazy
You’re crazy for me

I’m put together beautifully,

Big wet bottle in my fist, big wet rose in my teeth.

I’m perfect piece of ass,
Like every Californian.

So tall I take over the street, with high beams shining on my back
A wingspan unbelievable

I’m a festival, I’m a parade.