I had a cousin once, she was young and so sweet.
We loved to sing and dance and play by the creek.
One day my mother said I'd see her no more, I knew something was wrong, I wanted to know more.
"All those years of you playing," My mother began,
"Apparently you both were watched by a man."
My mother stopped speaking and thanked God it wasn't me,
but, I guess to that man, my cousin was young...and so sweet.
