The Inquiry of Ms. Terri

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 unfolds, too tall to be A life once lived behind closed doors, the irony of the pensive whore Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down A reprise, two times, the dime, burn it to the ground The inquiry of Ms. Terri The expiry of misery The table turns the sun long The river bed, and he's alone The object of affection Conflicted by convictions of indecency, sorority Corrupted by impropriety The cavalier, she hopes of him In dissonance with experience A boy who grows, with knife in hand To fend for her, becomes a man But she plays fake affection, and carefully lacks objection To her gentleman caller's twisted desires Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down A 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 But when I lie down I'm simply lying to them too