It's not me
it's my ears - they crave your voice
no, not over the phone
prefer that baritone
over this lack of noise

it's not me
it's my body - it craves your attention
it wants all ten
to graze the skin
that I'm too shy to mention

it's not me,
it's my mind - it craves your presence
then my brain,
hope it refrains
from thinking of you every second

it's not me,
it's my lips - they crave your conversation
and they'll admit
they've got nothin'
on mental stimulation

I just can't seem to understand,
never did I plan
for my body to call you,
my senses to long for you
it's so unfair
it's not me, I swear...