Underneath the stairs No one will find me Inside the pantry I can see the bottoms of their shoes Running from room to room Clamoring through cupboards The door swings open I am discovered Happy she found me first Sometimes I am not cursed And though her touch is accidental The rub of an arm inflated Oh, is her heart beating as fast as mine? Sitting in the dark I here them coming My stomach grumbling Pressed between her thigh and a pile of cans God, where do I put my hands? I shift to hide my grin The crash of pans and they pile in That's how the game always ends They push us closer together And though her touch is accidental The rub of an arm inflated Oh, is her heart beating as fast as mine?