Running out of boys

Like kids stuck
In a candy store
We had our fun
When we took off our clothes

And now now such a good girl
Now now I know anything she does
And now now I miss the invisible touch

So I So I
I heard the story
Just had to meet her

Where’s the girl?
Where the piano?

And Lucy liked Lisa
And Lisa liked David
And Katy was all alone
And now we’re stuck
Our usual stuff

Where’s the girl?
Where the piano?

Like a guy who knows
The way this goes
I held on
Till the day we returned

So the day comes
I walk in
I say
“It seems we’re running out of girls”
And she says
“You’ve got it wrong
It’s them, you see
They’re running out of boys!”