Good Boys

So you said I was the boy of your dreams But now it's slowly unraveling That's right, I am a pile of yarn On your bedroom floor Or so it seemed the night before When you pushed me back Agaisnt the wall You know good boys resist the call Good boys Good boys You turn around And I can't resist at all You hold your head so proud And I can't resist at all Say we've got nothing to hide I'm not afraid of their eyes All their small minds And I can't resist at all Now you've got lipstick on my collar And I've got a lump in my throat From trying not to speak with a croak And I've got bruises on my ribs now And you've got blistered toes You know good boys play along Good boys Good boys I know you're feeling lost You got your wires crossed I know you're feeling lost I believe in you I know you're feeling lost But you turn around And I can't resist at all