Patron pushed vows aside. Parents blest, shine with pride. Lay child down, force inside. . I play on my position of trust. Leave the child to self destruct.
(Powderfinger/Fanning). At quarter to nine. my plus one decides to maker her arrival. i'll say what i like. at the end of the night for social survival.
Honesty is out of style. So hammer in the coffin nails. A message sent across to land. With kisses for you. . Well tell them nothing. Our little secret.