Oh, Play along.
She wills it.
Oh, Sunday came.
Promised you'd tell her.
She sat up in bed.
Answered your call dear.
Smeared purple and red.
You're gonna leave her tonight.
She sat up with her eyes wide.
You fell in love with a girl you knew.
You've come to say goodbye.
You're gonna leave her tonight.
Under a cheap July sky.
Tell her.
Tell Mary.
After the first touch.
Her skirt boring.
Her voice deep and charming at first.