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The pre-pube found himself at homeHis parents left him all aloneThe pizza boxes of his heartEmpty before they startHe said to me, "How can I knowThat he's the child of a ho?"I said "It's written all over your face"He came to classes I visitAsked "What is love?Do I miss it?"I said "Wherever you find itIt probably already is"I slipped, he slumpedI bummed a bumpWe woke up coldAnd I said. "I'm stumped"He said, "Don't think"I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"Class resumed September 8thI eyed him up when he came in lateHe passed me a note that read"I'd love to meet you in your own bed"SongtexteI thought I'm way too old for thisHe's not 18, don't he get the gist?I said our ages, they don't fitHe said, "I am mature for my age"I said, "You don't know you cannot gageYou only know other kids your age"I slipped, he slumpedI bummed a bumpWe woke up coldAnd 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 classWearing an apron, slung low on his assI thought, "Wouldn't it be fineFor 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 lovingAnd coveting the same LordLord, Lord, Lord, Lord, news made it All the way back homeHubby said, "I left the kids alone"I said, "How could I love a 12 year-old boy?"I slipped, he slumpedI bummed a bumpWe woke up coldAnd I said. "I'm stumped"He said, "Don't think"I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"I'll see you tomorrowYou little chalkboard of a boyChalkboard as a toyBreak my heart, you boyLeave it on the sidewalkYou fucking boys are all the sameOh, all the same Aus Songtexte Mania