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She fed me strawberries and freezer-burned ice cream
I said "goodbye, I guess", she lifted up her dress
And so I must confess, we made out one more time before I left for good
She thought I'd come back, but I wouldn't want to seem like other guys
A book-and-record love, we sat and read our books
Between those longing looks, compounded by our fear
My tongue inside her ear, my tongue inside her, in the basement of her mother's house
Where we once taped the first three sides of Sandanista for my car
We were looking for ourselves and found each other in the car
It was rare to do much more than simply mess around in the car
It was mostly mutual masturbation
And though we spoke of penetration, I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out
Once, I had this dream, I slept with her mom
That's what I thought was wrong, a secret all along
Unless she hears this song, unless she hears it on a tape, inside her car
With her new husband and she turns to him and says "I think that's me"
In the car
We were looking for ourselves, but found each other in the car
We groped for excuses not to be alone anymore in the car
We were waiting for our lives to start their endings in the car
We were never making love
We were never making love
We were never making love
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