Headache from the drifting sound    The bullshit poured incessantly    And I started to drown    I started to drown    Well I started to…       My perversions pave the path    The cowboy boots shuffled on the bar    Her wealth carried itself to the darker half of my heart    Meeting time was midnight on the lower east side    South of heaven on the jukebox       Our tongues pleasantly collide    Collide       Her teeth pierce my    Pierce my outer flesh    She’s left her mark    I’m not ready yet    I’m not ready yet       Too much too soon    Her attitude led me to presume    That I was ready    For everything she set before me    There she was in all her glory    My Brooklyn bed time story    Which began with bold words (Bullworth?)    Ended up quite gory    You’re quite gory       Her teeth pierce my    Pierce my outer flesh    She’s left her mark    I’m not ready yet    I’m not ready yet       Though, I wanted it all    She gave it up and so quick    I was used, too innocent    She used large pink instruments    Used large pink instruments       Too much to soon    Too much to soon    It was too much for even me    It’s too much    Just too much    Just too much       As the avenue's descending    It’s a lack of apprehension that is making my,    Making my    My stomach turn    My stomach turn       Her teeth pierce my    Pierce my outer flesh    She’s left her mark    I’m not ready yet    I’m not ready yet       Though I wanted it all    She gave it up and so quick    I was used, too innocent    She used large pink instruments    Used large pink instruments       Too much to soon    Too much to soon    It was too much for even me    It’s too much    It’s too much    It’s too much       Her teeth pierce my outer flesh    She’s left her mark, I’m not ready yet    Tug and pull at her ring (reign?)    She screams and screams    And screams and screams    Screams and screams