Little.

Sometimes I can't seem
To have the ability to fully explain my
Mind through tongue
So listen, there's a
Compromise
Tracing her lips
No you're tracing her thighs
As the man in the window,
He sees and he tells
And they take him to court
Yes, they put him in jail
And the girl
She moves on
It just seemed so vague
She didn't remember it, anyways
And they're sitting down for breakfast
And the sun is in their eyes
And they're smiling at one another
And he takes a sip of his coffee
And winks