I'm all alone, sitting with an empty glass My four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris trade I am a monk sitting on the brain And you were waiting there to make your apologies I remember searching for the perfect words I was hoping you might change your mind I remember a soul deceiving next to me Riding on a banjo You were white, you're smiling as you took my hand You're so old, my so-called entertainment friends This past with shallow words Years have passed and still I hold you I can see you now, smiling as I pull away I remember a letter wrinkled in my hand I love you before it's in my eyes I remember a night we walked along the street Riding on a banjo I remember a feeling coming over me A soldier turned and looked away I remember hating you by loving me Riding on a banjo I'm all alone, sitting with a broken glass My four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris trade I am a merchant on the brain You were waiting there to make your apologies I remember searching for the perfect words I was hoping you might change your mind I remember a soul deceiving next to me Riding on a banjo Riding on a banjo So one of the great things about becoming a woman is sex gets better So I wanted to celebrate that by writing another song about sex You just can't write enough of them This is called Turn You On