Here we are, quiet at your kitchen table With courtesy, the little pet peeves Napkins on laps, strands pulled back I hang this scarf and my mom's in a rack Why do I tell you how I feel When you're just looking down your blouse? It's something I wouldn't 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 scorn I guess humor could help me after all It's funny now, I'm 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 you're too busy looking down your blouse? It's something I wouldn't 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 Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm