text: Here we are, quiet at your kitchen table
  With courtesy to little pet peeves
  Napkins on laps, strands pulled back
  I hang the scarf and my moms anorak
  Why do I tell you how I feel
  When youre just looking down the blouse?
  Its something I wouldnt say out loud
  If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
  If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
  Talking to some who laugh and others scorned
  I guess humor could help me after all
  Its funny now, Im just useless and a whore
  But I get a cosign from your favorite one-man show
  Why do I tell you how I feel
  When youre too busy looking down my blouse?
  Its something I wouldnt say out loud
  If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
  If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
  If touch could make them hear, then touch me now
  Now
  Mm-mm-mm
  Mm-mm-mm
  Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
  Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm