In the back of that red rag top She said please don't stop I was back in that red rag top On the day she stopped loving me I was twenty and she was eighteen We were just about as wild as we were green In the ways of the world She'd pick me up in that red

He said "please don't go away" I said "it's too late" And now the whole thing's finished and I can't stop wishing That I never gave you anything But I don't let him touch me anymore I said "I'm not something to butter up And taste when you get bored