I don't shave my legs
I like to think I have better things to worry about.
My perfume is too old
along with all those other feminine things hanging around

I don't brush my hair
I think the wild and free look is good on me
I don't return calls
Because deep down I know
You don't really want me
to

You're too polite
but your manners in bed are less than desired
You're handsome
and the conversations good, but not so much for you

It was good
those two nights we had before I moved home
But this town
Is all opinion and no discussion
All farmers, no reapers
here

I smoke
too many cigarettes when i get drunk and
I stay up
later than I should for working the day shift
Because I
am young and I should, and have better things
to worry about
than rest for tomorrow
because
I don't shave my legs