I'm standing at your door
wailing let me in
I'm lying to myself again
trying not to smell of gin
my hand is near the knob
it seems too far away
I'm not looking to unravel
the paperwork tonight
how I kicked and grabbed and stabbed you in the gutter
before I took off without a fight
how many girls
how many girls would stand their ground
how many girls does it take to fill the ocean
how many girls 'til one of them returns
you are so young
and I'm trying to kick old habits
all I need is kicks
but all I kick is baggage
I'm trying to get this fixed
I call out through the keyhole
still looking at the doorknob
trying not to think
when I hear my siren voicing
her grievance in the sink
we'll call the cops forever
I hear the neighbours whine
how on earth did I expect
that you would not decline
how many girls
how many girls would stand their ground
how many girls does it take to fill the ocean
how many girls, how many girls
how many girls
how many girls to pass around
how many girls, how many girls
the focus on the doorknob
seemed extravagantly long
with my headache from the sun
decided I should leave
on my best behavior
someone else can save her
I'm walking out the building
into somebody's arms
a stranger in the mob
I'm sure you will remember me
staring at a knob
how many girls
how many girls would stand their ground
how many girls does it take to fill the ocean
how many girls, how many girls
how many girls
how many girls to pass around
so many girls
how many girls would stand their ground