She was young and speechless,
When you laid down beside her,
In a dark suit on a dusty mattress.
She cried at her father’s casket, and I stared
at that coffin,
Wondering if I’d be on time
To my own demise
I recognized my own lust that happened to burn behind her eyes too
As the Pastor’s girl got in a dark blue Buggy after Sunday Mass
She was teasing and beautiful in a light blue dress
And I digress that I had to sit
I damned my wife to take on my mistress
And you could bet the church discouraged while we indulged in every sin
That was known.
To.
Man.
We played our parts,
And it was all gone to the wind now.
Just another voice 