sat on top of you
as i spoke to you
tell me everything
your mind
come to life
time to feel alive
this is no crime
giving you time
flip the dime
i'll interrogate in rhyme
forever a lime, no lemon
when the clock strikes eleven
i'll be in heaven
with helen
but there's no felon
that can take my weapon
not even seven
which, in turn, means i'll never learn a lesson
pay attention
this is at your discretion
occasionally, i forget
didn't i ask the question?