Skirts way above the knees
Dressed like you want to freeze
Maybe you'll go in tonight
But the shoes don't disguise the height
The waiting, you're freezing
Just hoping, to see him
But kissing, with feeling
To him it don't mean a thing
Shaking down on a wall like
The blur of her heart if he called
Then walking home tears from the cold
And wondering if he knows about….
Nothing
Nothing
To him it don't mean a thing
Nothing
