been thinking about you, your records are here,
your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there.
but i'm still no one, and you're now a star. what do you care?
been thinking about you, and there's no rest
should i still love you, still see you in bed, but i'm playing with myself?
what do you care when the other men are far, far better?
all the things you got, all the things you need,
who bought you cigarettes,
who pried the company to come and see you, honey.

i'm played out and bleed to please you
Been thinking about you...