The Inquiry Of Ms. Terri - The Dear Hunter

A home removed, a life resumed right here

The Priest and the rosary

The book and the bond between he and me has long since broken

A boy who’s grown, too short to see

A tale unfolds, too tall to be

A life once lived behind closed doors, the irony of the pensive whore

Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down

A reprise, two times, the Dime, burn it to the ground

Ohhhh, on the ground

The inquiry of Ms. Terri

The expiry of misery

The table turns the sun long

The river bed, and he’s alone

The object of affection

Conflicted by convictions of indecency, sorority

Corrupted by impropriety

The cavalier, she hopes of him

In dissonance with experience

A boy who grows, with knife in hand

To fend for her, becomes a man

But she plays fake affection, and carefully lacks objection

To her gentleman caller’s twisted desires

Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down

A reprise, two times, the dime, burn it to the ground

We dance around the room

My love, I’ll carry you

And I’ll teach you how to treat

That Leading lady that you’ll meet

We dance around the truth

My dear, I lie for you

But when I lie down

I’m simply lying to them too