Lyrics Bent Double - Insides

Bent Double

I have dreams about violence
Sex with people from the past
A girl called Jane
I remember you said that «she was
A good friend, she comes from 'round here»
I’ve known her for years
And you may warm your cold hands
On my stomach and breathe warm air
Down my neck
Only my best friends
Rub my back
And hold my head
And stroke my hair out of my face
When I’m feeling sick
Because I can’t hold my drink
Don’t know her surname
I wouldn’t recognize her face
If she wants me
She knows where to find me
'Cause she knows what I look like