I'd like to tell you a story
about a girl and a boy.
These two, they were sneaky,
a mysterious ploy.
They stalked about, damaged
their souls were destroyed.
So they sought one another
for this inhumane ploy.
He used her body,
for a sick kind of joy.
Yes, he used her body
for this dangerous ploy.
And she used his age
to get herself high.
Yes, she used his age
for this plan, so sly.
He claimed her curves his,
and she soothed the destroyed.
And they mooched off this thing,
this terrible ploy.
Yet, as time wandered on,
the girl felt lust for the man.
And she knew she had fallen captive
to this devious plan.
With a huge, shaky breath,
she spoke of love to the boy.
The previous intentions gone
of the dirty ole ploy.
And to her surprise,
he responded with joy.
Yes, that was the work
of the mysterious ploy.
