Текст песни Last American Virgin - Summer Camp

I know this Sunday in the café he leans over to me
Pushing forward in his chair he whispers privately

They don't know where we go when the lights turn low
You and me we're the same
You know we all have to go

He writes his name in the salt on the countertop
I grip my chair with white knuckles, wishing that he would stop

Don't you dare try and compare
I ain't nothin' like you

You're bringin' me down
(You're bringin' me down)
You're bringin' me do
You're bringin' me down
(You're bringin' me down)
(You're bringin' me down)
You're bringin' me down
(You're bringin' me down)

I'd have passed you in the rain, he slithers over to me
Pulling out his greasy hair, I know he thinks I'll agree

They don't see what we see when we close our eyes
You and me we're the same
I know we both found designs

He pulls closer to him as he winks at the night
I'd decide I'd rather walk as something just isn't right

Don't you dare try to compare
I ain't nothin' like you

You're bringin' me down
(You're bringin' me down)
You're bringin' me do
You're bringin' me down
(You're bringin' me down)
(You're bringin' me down)
You're bringin' me down

You're bringin' me down
You're bringin' me down
You're bringin' me down
You're bringin' me down