[00:32.130] I'm tired of boys who fight with girls and stain their sheets,[00:42.621] And girls who tell stories of boys and graze their knees,[00:53.102] And where did you get to smell so sweet,[00:58.359] Is that sweetness for me,[01:03.683] And where did I find these eyes that I found,[01:09.476] They will surely let me down.[01:13.432] And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck,[01:19.592] And flows over your collar bone down to your breast,[01:24.980] Where my hand lies ever so gently.[01:33.357] And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs,[01:41.058] To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home.[01:54.181] There's a lady who cries and builds a shrine for a miscarried child,[02:04.390] And a small boy who cries and cries and cries and cries and cries.[02:15.665] I see these sights with the sleepiest eyes and a heart so contentedly wise and tired,[02:24.785] And now I bathe in the light of the most beautiful angel this side of the sun.