I just wanted to be  the hidden camera sometimes

Without my picture taken too

Without you knowing you were being watched

Because you know that it’s not polite to stare

and in the ‘boys club’, there’s no girls allowed

I’ll let you draw the line between friends and whatever and

we’ll play on either side

and I didn’t want to be that girl that you talked about

and I didn’t want to be the one who was complicated

but you got me…..

Unrevealing indeed.

That’s right sometimes it’s ok, if I talk back to myself

Or to…..

At least I know I won’t let myself tell you my secret

Because you know it’s not polite to gossip

And in the boys club there’s no girls allowed

I’ll let you draw the line between friends and ‘more than’ and

we’ll camp out on either side

and I didn’t want to be that girl that you talked about

and I didn’t want to be the one who was complicated

but you got me…..

You….I had sworn off the most

Perhaps I sensed evil, sugar coated of course

Well sweet and then sour can change on the hour and

this time I caught myself on tape with my hand

in the candy jar

Well you know it’s not polite to go spoil my appetite

And in the boys club there’s no girls allowed

I’ll let you draw the line between friends and couples and

we’ll build houses on either side

and I didn’t want to be that girl that you talked about

and I didn’t want to be the one who was complicated

but you got me…..

If I went from that candy jar

to sneaking drinks behind the bar

and getting drunk off one cup of you

Dare you catch me not being polite,

so in your boys club, I guess I’ll be allowed

And I’ll let you draw the line between friends and lovers and

we’ll sleep on either side

and I didn’t want to be that girl that you talked about

and I didn’t want to be the one who was complicated

but you got me…..