Parenthetical Girls Present Perfect (an Epithalamium)
Like blood to bruise
Your clothes clung close to you
And they're grown back
To hues of curls you've kept from view
And my steps divide (?)
Alas that I saw you
As much as each of us
We just assumed you knew
We knew
We do
We do, oh
We do
We do, oh
We f..cked through your room
Which traipse and turn through you
Retrace those restless days,
Now placed amongst the pews
And all as we once
When I last laid hands on you
Your touch left most of us
With tails and tongues removed
And we knew
So speaks the priest of less reprieves
And each forever holds his peace
You stumbled once on vows of trust
But don't worry kid
Your secret's safe with us
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
How we all salivate when the bells ring
How we all salivate when the bells ring
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
And we all salivate when the bells ring
And we all salivate when the bells ring
Still we all salivate when the bells ring
And we all salivate when the bells ring
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Still we all salivate when the bells ring
Still we all salivate when the bells ring
