| Before each bit of gladness | 
| Someone must taste of sadness | 
| I’ll bear the sorrow | 
| Let it be | 
| No matter what the price is | 
| I’ll make the sacrifices | 
| For each tomorrow | 
| Let it be | 
| Can’t you be still for just one second? | 
| There now, clear the hair out of your face | 
| And try to fit your fingers round your waist | 
| Piece of cake, oh God, you look great | 
| And I know he knows some perfect thing to say | 
| Though I don’t suppose they’d notice if we’re a little late | 
| Let them wait, and anyways | 
| Remember who was there to square your zipper back in place | 
| Done in my books and bother | 
| And a fondness for another | 
| Well, no one waits forever | 
| I’m torn in more than one direction | 
| The questions open-ended by design | 
| We’ll best these indescretions given time | 
| Provided I might stay another night | 
| And I know he knows, and that’s all I’m going to say | 
| I suppose that I’ve noticed you’ve never said his name | 
| More dour on the hour and duller by the day | 
| No heart is always in the wrong place | 
| Oh honey, sure I’m flattered | 
| So forgive me for this candor | 
| But what is it you’re after? | 
| I’m business as usual | 
| And you practice your birth-control | 
| Tell me, was this as tawdry as it sounds? | 
| Can’t be weak for just one second? | 
| I reckon this is tough to justify | 
| But I’ve never done one pure thing in my life | 
| Oh, nevermind just guide these hallowed hips of mine into those equine thighs |