What do you do with her number?

walking home tonight i passed a group of guys standing by their motorcycles outside a club, and one asked one of the girls near by for her number. She laughed and said "yeah - you can have my number." i walked on and didn't hear anything else... but then this song formed in my head for the rest of the walk home down Shawmut Ave - and as often happens, it seemed great as I was signing it through, but then when i tried to start from the beginning again i could only remember pieces. So, here are some of the words- attempting to recreate.

What do you do with her number?

upon waking up in the morning?

A random collection of 6s and 2s, a 7 a 9 and a 1.

She was sexy with long hair and straightened

A skirt less than mini and heals.

Do you even remember which girl's is this number,

and which number belongs to which girl?

She's young and she's scared to be no one.

She longs to be known and adored

But she does not know where to find this

So she masquerades made up with make up

A smile smeared on her lips.

She laughs at your jokes with a toss of her hair

she drinks all the drinks that you buy her

but is she empty? she's lonely

you missed when she brushed back that tear

What did she wish on her birthday?

Back when she turned 3 years old?

What ever happened to that girl in the pink dress

and bows?

Now she is buried beneath not enough clothes

a mask of mascara and a stud in her nose.

Afraid of being no one

so hiding to make you see

her body as a thing you want to take.

What do you do with her number

when you wake up from your bed in the morning?

Do you remember where she went when you left her

stumbling down the street

her heals getting stuck in the bricks?

Do you even remember her name?

do you even remember her name?