I wanna jump your bones
But you're on the phone
And it sounds kind of import
ant I want to jump your bones
But I don't think you would go for it
In the middle of a
call without a headset
I want to turn on the fan, blow back your hair,
peel your layers right in your swivel desk chair
But I don't, I show restraint
even though I don't want to
I want to jump your bones
I won't jump your boat when you're driving me home,
when I've had too much and I'm afraid
to drive myself. I won't
jump your bones.
But I know what's dangerous,
in a moving car in the middle of the day.
I want to turn up the radio, peel your layers as you drive down the road,
and throw your
clothes out of the sunroof, and the window won't jump the
phone.
I won't jump your bones when you
are cooking with dinner
But I know it's not so sanitary
I won't jump your bones but
I have to hesitate
Why you treat me like a dog,
but you don't let me lick the plate
I wanna push all the pans and
dishes to the ground
Throw you on the kitchen
table upside down
But I don't wanna show
some restraint
Even though I don't want to
Won't jump your bones,
every single one of the eleven hours that I'm awake
And I'm quickly becoming the master,
the master of restraint
I won't jump your bones,
but you were on the phone
It sound s kind of important