The day Miss Jean Skinner gave me a kiss
However well memory serves never
Even took place though she couldn't care less
Drunk and stoned my turn at spin the bottle
Awkward and young I entered the closet
Yes to kiss Corinna comme les Français
Maybe the closet meant something else then
In terms of metaphor experience
Simply changed our whole lives then to exit
Subverts common meanings used in practice
Justice served we touched tongues for the first time
Even adolescence had a few games
Arch-enemies at school could play for fun
Never underestimate a classmate
Since we all just wanted to fit in drink
Killed any inhibitions left and weed
Indeed aroused a sense of arousal
Never underestimate the desire
Not fitting in made us hunger to bond
Even our after school specials seemed mild
Really to the orgies in porno films
Granted Caligula taught us little
About the Emperor of Ancient Rome
Vixens love their Reynards with a light brush
Even thirty-five years later I taste
Memories fleeting and ephemeral
Engaged in a broken convention heart
And soul lost forever in that closet
Killers of innocence never announce
Irrevocable change will then occur
Simply because a pact with the devil
Sealed and delivered posthaste to the tribe
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