I sat down Made a list of all the things I care about Think I mentioned "Scott Street" and Springsteen And I wrote your name twice I hate it Nothing's changed at all since we were seventeen You could never keep your money or hands off me And I still want you like that But I can't make a lover out of you unless you ask me to No I can't make a lover out of you unless you ask me to Don't get mad, I wasn't looking for you You're just easy to find You're a forest fire burning and returning To the front of my mind, yeah But I can't make a lover out of you unless you ask me to No, I can't make a lover out of you unless you ask me to And you can't admit I see right through you Does it scare you when I do? No, you can't admit I see right through you But baby, won't you want me to? Eighteen Haven't changed all that much, but I'm dying to All I got is old news and June gloom