Looking out your bedroom window
To the plastic world outside
I bury within your bosom my face
And the fear I seek to hide
With you I can be happy and honest
But out there, alone, only crummy and bent
Within your grasp and upon your lips
I seek true love to vent
Those awful heavy feelings contracted
From the plastic world outside
And only you my dear
Not even a bevy of nurses
Can heal my wounded pride
