Cashmere

All alone in your pajamas

Writing letters to your Grandma

She doesn't understand what's wrong with kids today

Things were better back in 1938

You go to school, do the homework

Extra credit, but you still feel like a jerk

Second captain of the debating club

You've got the GPA but where is the dirty love

Its, not right your by yourself on a Friday night

Lost and alone you've got to bark if you want the bone

Put your hands on my cashmere sweater

My cashmere sweater

Put your hands on my cashmere sweater

Don't it make you feel better?

You drive your friend to the rock show

You've got suspicions that she's kind of a hoe,

She disappears with the drummer

Your sitting on the curb,

What a bummer! it's not fair,

You're dying and no one seems to care,

Take, take a stand,

Put down the pencil case and take my hand

Put your hands on my cashmere sweater

My cashmere sweater

Put your hands on my cashmeere sweather

Don't it make you feel better?

Come to me, I'm warm and fuzzy