I am bound to love you until the end of recorded time Have the legislators lost their collective minds? It's late in the evening Like Clapton before me: I'm "Slow Hand"; I've taken to wearing the thin beard of a creep For a while I thought my figures were Greek When you told me they were pleasingly oblique It was a lovely thing to hear In the context of an advanced hour My heart was angled And reeled in terrifyingly Oh my heart was angled, angled oh And so we are contracted to each other indefinitely Do the common criminals watch interestedly? Or are they in mourning? For their younger selves, de-lined and flowering There are generations stricken on the gra** Playing dead for the slowest kid in the cla** They a**ured her she was middlingly fast It was the decent thing to do Too often, honesty is a front for cruelty My heart was angled And reeled in terrifyingly Oh my heart was angled, angled oh