A Button On Your Blouse
Matthew Hitt
You watch me close like a prisoner
Only feed me bread and water
I've got one last chance to hold you
Have you seen me in my prison clothes?
Why don't you just come around
And undo another button on your blouse
These days, you know, I rarely leave the house
And I hate the thought of you
I hate the thought of you missing out
There's barely a crease on my pillow
'Cos in the borstal I sleep so shallow
Last chance for a beating from the boys
This is the last time, I swear, never again
Well, at least until tomorrow
Why don't you just come around
And undo another button on your blouse
These days, you know, I rarely leave the house
And I hate the thought of you
I hate the thought of you missing out