I Wrote a Book The Front Bottoms

Will you come over tonight?
I need some inspiration for my story
I know it’s late, but if you come now
We’ll be done by two or three in the morning

And as you’re laying on your back
I will realize we’ve gone too fast
And then I’ll stop writing the book
Because the book, I realized, was boring

And when your parents find out where you’ve been
They’re gonna keep singing
They will keep singing, singing
Shame, shame, shame on you
Shame on you
Shame, shame, shame on you
Shame on you
Shame, shame, shame on you
Shame on you
Do as we say, not as we do
Oh yeah

I will come over tomorrow
And get the rest of my stuff
I’ll give you a hug, tell you I love you
And that your love has meant so much