Neber

When I'm packed up and gone

Will you be laying there still?

At the top of the hill

Keeping those young men down

In that spot in the trees

By the lake and all its breeze around

And you take off your skirt

And think "Oh my, I'm a woman now."

The boys all say

"You won't be late

I'll get you home on time

Your mother will never know"

So look beneath our streets

Find a present there buried by me

It's my feet in a box

Waiting for you to keep

I don't need them anymore

Though my legs are mighty sore without

These places I'm going

I don't mind crawling around

Would've gladly made you mine

With all those boys in line

I didn't think you'd mind

Me crawling away