Clara was my boyhood love
She sliced across her stomach once
Her parents rushed her to the hospital
In sixty days, when she returned
She was saved or so I heard
Her newfound virtue swallowed down her charm
Well acquainted with her lord
His savage will and his accord
Clara and I don’t talk at all no more
The Clara I remember
I swear I loved her better when she used to keep her bible in a drawer

This one enlisted boy I knew
Liked to talk but never screw
Before we could, they sent him off to war
Though he was too polite to say
I sensed something in the way
Echoes from a bible in a drawer

Before my mother spoke in tongues
She and I could talk for hours
I’d pester her as she would tend to chores
In recent years, I fear, we don’t have the same rapport
As when she kept her bible in a drawer

Boys and girls, listen here
Though I know my time’s not here
Let me assure you this before I go
I read it years ago, but I won’t swear on it before
They tag my toe and slide me in a drawer

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