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