I thought my eyes were open
Driving a white corvette straight
Into Prom Night
Holding the steering wheel tight
Hands cut from thorns
Picking roses, and more roses, and more roses
And after the party
And between your legs
A burning bush became
A dripping faucet
I was young
I only made decisions with my cock
If I could collect those drops
I would attain salvation
Years later, you would go on
To feed hundreds of men your breasts
I chose abstinence for a while
You, were Church of Christ
I, was just a sinner