You Belong To Me - The 88

I treat it like a high school dance,
Waiting in the wings for my big chance.
But I would only stare at my shoes
You belong to me, I belong to you.

I could tell an antique lie,
Full of all the things I want to hide.
But that would only lead to the truth,
You belong to me, I belong to you

But I'm lazy and I'll pull you down
Where you won't want to be
And I'm tasting what's pouring out of you
What am I supposed to do?

I could play a trick so strange
Cover up my ears and pray for rain.
But that would only give you the blues
You belong to me, I belong to you