Too Many Questions

I rolled around on a Scootex
With eyeliner spots painted on my face
And tried to figure out who wrote their name in the cement
It was more about the process than the result
And in an instant best forgotten
We went from ripe to rotten
I found a twenty in my wallet and walked away
To find a boy to treat me right, hold me tight all night
And not ask me too many questions
You ask me too many questions
Well I remember the penguin march in Whipsnade Zoo
And you were there too
And I put worms in the neighbour's sunbed
And blamed it on you
In an instant best forgotten
We went from ripe to rotten
I found a stick of gum in my pocket and walked away
To find a boy who'd treat me right, hold me tight all night
And not ask me too many questions
You ask me too many questions
Like, "Why do you do the things you are doing?
And what are you thinking of when you are doing them?
What do you mean when you say what you're saying?
And what do you think about me?"
I think you ask too many questions
You ask me too many questions