A home removed, a life resumed right here
The Priest and the rosary
The book and the bond between he and me has long since broken
A boy who's grown, too short to see
A tale unfolds, too tall to be
A life once lived behind closed doors, the irony of the pensive who*e
Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
A reprise, two times, the Dime, burn it to the ground
The inquiry of Ms. Terri
The expiry of misery
The table turns the sun long
The river bed, and he's alone
The object of affection
Conflicted by convictions of indecency, sorority
Corrupted by impropriety
The cavalier, she hopes of him
In dissonance with experience
A boy who grows, with knife in hand
To fend for her, becomes a man
But she plays fake affection, and carefully lacks objection
To her gentleman caller's twisted desires
Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
A reprise, two times, the dime, burn it to the ground
We dance around the room
My love, I'll carry you
And I'll teach you how to treat
That Leading lady that you'll meet
We dance around the truth
My dear, I lie for you
But when I lie down
I'm simply lying to them too