I used to wish
beneath the silvery...

Slipping on her pinafore
she looked out the window...

How would you know
what is true...

A little boy and a little girl
doing their best in a cruel world...

If i be bold
if truth be told...

Scent of sex pre-mate
trace of fluids pervade...

When night falls
and no-one's near...

No attempt to rhyme
your lipstick stain...

Nothing left
in our once love-filled hall...

Hold my hand and
take me someplace new...

We now seem fine
but bear in mind...

New new
morning kisses...