and we all want to be looked at
her wet red lips scream for attention
but never the right kind
for her
a too low cut shirt
revealing what she doesnt have
what she wants to have
just to be looked at
not the right kind of attention
no, no

buttoned up to the neck
it's all so dull
browns and greens
carefully a mess
this is her attention
a pendant or two
loudly whispers
just ask where this is from

now pay attention
this is the right kind
but not for her

this pair
rely much too on their wit
than a mirage of cleavage for the look
this is their attention
just pay attention
to uttered, and mumbled
love me, love me, love me
that's all they ever say
if you read between the lines
of misheard banter
never to misspeak

they all just want you to love them
please just pay attention
look at me
and think of me lying next to you
come morning
will you then pay attention