When I'm packed up and gone
Will you be laying there still?

At the top of the hill
Keeping those young men down

In that spot in the trees
By the lake and all its breeze around

And you take off your skirt
And think "Oh my, I'm a woman now."

The boys all say
"You won't be late
I'll get you home on time
Your mother will never know"

So look beneath our streets
Find a present there buried by me

It's my feet in a box
Waiting for you to keep

I don't need them anymore
Though my legs are mighty sore without
These places I'm going
I don't mind crawling around

Would've gladly made you mine
With all those boys in line
I didn't think you'd mind
Me crawling away