The Inquiry of Ms. Terri The Dear Hunter

[Verse 1]
A home removed, a life resumed right here
The Priest and the rosary
The book and the bond between he and me has long since broken
A boy who's grown, too short to see
A tale unfolds, too tall to be
A life once lived behind closed doors, the irony of the pensive whore

[Chorus]
Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
A reprise, two times, the Dime, burn it to the ground
Ohhhh, on the ground

[Verse 2]
The inquiry of Ms. Terri
The expiry of misery
The table turns the sun long
The river bed, and he's alone
The object of affection
Conflicted by convictions of indecency, sorority
Corrupted by impropriety
The cavalier, she hopes of him
In dissonance with experience
A boy who grows, with knife in hand
To fend for her, becomes a man
But she plays fake affection, and carefully lacks objection
To her gentleman caller's twisted desires