Limping through recess with my pulse unrecognized
 These are her dizzy thoughts hospitalized
 Sex offenders seek salvation in batting practice
 Hunting size madness for a death certificate
 I an punished by her sober etiquette
 Pill poppers seek salvation in spectator sports
 Breathing in ghosts of stiff paranoia
 I would mistake her for a whistle blower
 I love her, I love her, only a stool pigeon understands why
 I love her, I love her, but promiscuity is sandpaper dry