Good Boy

Perfumed cream linen sheets, and your worn denim jeans in a pile on my floor
You smell like sweet milk and old marijuana, i say baby do you wanna get to know me some more

So we make love in the back of your 65' cadillac
On the way upstate to my parents' for the holidays
You're the best thing for me and the worst for my body
I'm sorry but i can't love you more
Cause you're such a good boy, and you know it

Sit across from my dad at the table
Do you work with your hands, son?
For as long as i'm able
He loves you, he approves
He doesn't know what you do
To his daughter, now that you've got her
Jesus christ, i love you

When we fuck in my childhood bed
I go all shades of red, babe, i love you the best
Watching you get undressed, in the light of the window
I cry when you leave but i love watching you go
You're such a good boy
And you know it