The pre-pube found himself at home   His parents left him all alone   The pizza boxes of his heart   Empty before they start      He said to me, "How can I know   That he's the child of a ho?"   I said "It's written all over your face"      He came to classes I visit   Asked "What is love?   Do I miss it?"   I said "Wherever you find it   It probably already is"      I slipped, he slumped   I bummed a bump   We woke up cold   And I said. "I'm stumped"   He said, "Don't think"   I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"      Class resumed September 8th   I eyed him up when he came in late   He passed me a note that read   "I'd love to meet you in your own bed"      I thought I'm way too old for this   He's not 18, don't he get the gist?   I said our ages, they don't fit      He said, "I am mature for my age"   I said, "You don't know you cannot gage   You only know other kids your age"      I slipped, he slumped   I bummed a bump   We woke up cold   And I said. "I'm stumped"   He said, "Don't think"   I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"      He's in my daughter's cooking class   Wearing an apron, slung low on his ass   I thought, "Wouldn't it be fine   For us to leave and change our minds?"      He said, "I don't know    That don't sound great"   But me and pre-pube,    We found ourselves loving   And coveting the same Lord      Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, news made it    All the way back home   Hubby said, "I left the kids alone"   I said, "How could I love a 12 year-old boy?"      I slipped, he slumped   I bummed a bump   We woke up cold   And I said. "I'm stumped"   He said, "Don't think"   I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"      I'll see you tomorrow   You little chalkboard of a boy   Chalkboard as a toy   Break my heart, you boy   Leave it on the sidewalk   You fucking boys are all the same   Oh, all the same