June ♪ It was the end of your second date Everything was going well
You were walking to the train station Imagining a parting kiss by the turnstiles His fingers tracing patterns on your spine ♪ But as you passed beneath a streetlight He suddenly stopped A look of horror flashed over his face He pulled away And never returned your calls Months later You remembered something ♪ At the end of a wild night On the roof of a hotel You shared a taxi with a man that you didn't know And would never see again ♪ He had a purple stain on his forehead ♪ It smelled like beets and vinegar
He'd gotten used to it He didn't know it was there He couldn't understand why you leaned away And pressed yourself against the window