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 unfold, too tall to be A life once lived behind closed doors The irony of the pensive whore.
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 along The riverbed, and he's alone Her object of affection Conflicted by convictions of indecency, sorority Corrupted by impropriety The cavalier, she hopes of him In dissonance with experience The boy who grows, with knife in hand To fend for her, becomes a man While she plays fake affection And carefully lacks objection To her gentleman caller's twisted desire.
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 truth, my dear I lie for you, and when I lie down, I'm simply lying to them too.
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