There’s nothing wrong with sin.
What gets us is the sin within the sin.
It’s not what you wanted, it was what you had to do
To get that certain shoe.
And when you’re old
You look ridiculous in that shoe, that shoe, exciting and bold.
It isn’t the sin. It’s when you’re relaxing,
What walks in.
Tell her to get rid of her high heels.
It’s snowing, and she’ll fall.
Love her, and find out, deeply, how she truly feels.
Then you discover she never loved you at all.
You find, in the end, she wasn’t a port.
She leaves you. Why? Because she’s afraid she’s too short.
She feels the politics. Her sophisticated views are it.
It’s just a pity the Democratic party is a crime syndicate.