IN FACT

Aren't you a man With control of his hands Why touch things that clearly aren't yours I don't understand I've been nice as I can What made me the victim of choice Those creepy crawling, calloused fingers Found their way down my back They squeezed, jiggled then laughed In fact All while she took a photo of us In fact I left that studio crushed after she took that photo of us In fact Aren't you a man With blood on his hands And a wife with no clue What you're on See you misunderstood I stayed as still as I could And made not one single noise To not raise alarm for you To not raise alarm for you To not raise alarm for you Those creepy crawling, calloused fingers Found their way down my back They squeezed, jiggled then laughed In fact