#0048BA
(6.28.21)

Many times did I tell you to go
Many times did I plead
But how many times did you ask if it was fine
to take something so special from me?
How many girls took their bras home with them?
How many remember what you did?
How many liked their futile objections?
Behind doors and headboard, they were hid.

How many times will remorse cloud your plans;
the ones you've memorized with blatant fun?
How many times has an innocent been calm?
said, quietly, please - just one.