The Black Cassette - My Favorite

We spent the summer in his room

We spent the summer in his gloom

Feverish and celibate

Listening to the black cassette

Listening to the black cassette

I would come by after work

I worked as a drug store clerk

I would bring him cigarettes

And listen to the black cassette

Listen to the black cassette, listen

He’s staring off into the bookcase

I’m painting stars upon his face

Divining our state of disgrace

Listening to the black cassette

Listening to the black cassette

And waiting for Halloween

Waiting to put our boots on

It’s never like the books you’ve read

Sitting there beside his bed

In my prom dress and pink barrette

Listening to the black cassette

Listening to the black cassette

Listen, listen, listen