Lletres: Grant Lee Phillips. Age Of Consent.

Won't you please let me go?
These words lie inside they hurt me so

And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what I want to do
I'm not the kind that needs to tell you
Just what you want me to

I saw you this mornin' and I thought that you might like to know
I received your message in full, a few days ago

I understood every word that it said
And now that I've actually heard it, you're goin' to regret

And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what you want me to
You're not the kind that needs to tell me
About the birds and the bees

Do you find this happens all the time?
Crucial point one day becomes a crime

And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what I want to do
I'm not the kind that needs to tell you, ow, ow

I've lost you, I've lost you, I've lost you, I've lost you, I've lost you
I've lost you, I've lost you, I've lost you, I've lost you, I've lost you
I've lost you, I've lost you, I've lost you, I've lost you, I've lost you

Ooo, ooh, ooh
Ooo, ooh, ooh
Ooo, ooh, ooh
Ooo, ooh, ooh
Ooo, ooh, ooh
Ooo, ooh, ooh
Ooo, ooh, ooh
Ooo, ooh, ooh
Ooo, ooh, ooh
Ooo, ooh, ooh
Ooo