Was I? - Madeleine Peyroux

Sweet young thing of sixteen

Thought I’d step out one night

I longed to get the thrilling life i’ve missed

I met a youth

A bit uncouth

Although he seemed alright

I knew him by the moment when we kissed

Then I got home, next day with a swollen head

My girlfriend asked if i’d had fun I said,

«was I drunk?

Was he handsome?

Did momma give me hell?

Did I get a thrill?

Am I full of quiver?

Was he rough?

Did I care?

Am I glad I fell?

Every time I think of him do I shiver?

Was he hot?

And was I?

And would he stand for maybe?

He would not?

Did I lie?

Does he still think i’m a baby?

If I was, am I still?

Do I care?

Don’t be silly

Was I drunk?

Was he handsome?

And did momma give me hell?

Was I drunk?

Was he handsome?

Did momma give me hell?

With his hands loose as no refusin'

Did he fight?

Was I blue?

Almost shamed to tell

And I don’t know yet the system he was usin'

Well I said, stop, please, behave!

Well what’s the use of breathin'?

He said, give

So I gave

After all, what was I savin'?

Am I glad?

Holy gee,

Have I had fun, you’re askin' me?

Was I drunk?

Was he handsome?

And did momma give me hell?"