Noble patron is forcing the maiden to
To keep her pretty little mouth shut tight
He keeps her secrets concerning her humiliating sins
And this is what happens
When virtue is turned around and preyed upon
Made it hurt you

Penelope was lacking in simplicity
She was a waster with the wormwood and the Indian weed

There is always something to hide
We've all got an unfulfilled need

Penelope was lacking in simplicity
She was a waster with the wormwood
And the Indian weed

People live with secrets all the time
You've got yours
I've got mine

People live with secrets all the time
You've got yours
I've got mine