Passing under the car, like I usually do,
On them winter nights,
When I heard Creep playing on the radio.
I held out my hand to press a button,
That had a plus sign on it, like I always do.
He tried to hold it as it was on my way back,
To whirl my hair that's been straightened the other day,
For the sake of passing time on a winter afternoon.
I pulled it away.. He asked why..
"I don't know, I am with someone now,"
I said, with my hand on my lap.
But I don't know if that's true, I didn't say,
He believed me and tried again.
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