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
boy who’s grown, too short to see, 
tale unfolds, too tall to be
life once lived behind closed doors, the irony of the pensive [bad word] 

Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
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, 
 [bad word] by impropriety
The cavalier, she hopes of him, 
In dissonance with experience, 
boy who grows, with knife in hand, 
To fend for her, [bad word] 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. 
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 [bad word]  
My dear, I lie for you, 
But when I lie down, 
I’m simply lying to them too