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She's on the payroll of the Vatican Bank
But she works in an American book store
And her husband is the Byzantine type
I asked her what she had to do at St Mike's
She said "I came here trying to remember something,”
“But I'm only in it now for the wine"

Her daddy doesn't run the store
And what's more, he gets no confession from me

I lost my motto
I lost my motto

She expects no optical illusions from me
Not that she doesn't give me plenty to witness
It's just I don't know how to part the Red Sea

I don't want to be in his morality play
He thinks that marriage is a good institution
So let him find a girl to keep it that way

It might make it better that he's bad to her
But I don't know what's happened to my boundaries

I lost my motto
I lost my motto
I lost my motto

And I don't think this is an issue with God
When it comes to the law, I wouldn't think I'm a purist
You can't break something that doesn't work anymore
And now I'm seeing my life like a tourist

We took a taxi to a their summer retreat
We changed the locks and the points of access
We didn't go to the front door for a week

I found a volume by the side of their bed
I said "I've read it, I'm awaiting the sequel"
She gave me "Under The Volcano" instead

And said "Now what was that you lost?"
And I said “Not too much, just my fortune cookie"

I lost my motto
I lost my motto
I lost my motto
Oh

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