The pre-pube found himself at home
His parents left him all alone
The pizza boxes of his heart
Empty before they start

He said to me, "How can I know
That he's the child of a ho?"
I said "It's written all over your face"

He came to classes I visit
Asked "What is love?
Do I miss it?"
I said "Wherever you find it
It probably already is"

I slipped, he slumped
I bummed a bump
We woke up cold
And I said. "I'm stumped"
He said, "Don't think"
I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"

Class resumed September 8th
I eyed him up when he came in late
He passed me a note that read
"I'd love to meet you in your own bed"

I thought I'm way too old for this
He's not 18, don't he get the gist?
I said our ages, they don't fit

He said, "I am mature for my age"
I said, "You don't know you cannot gage
You only know other kids your age"

I slipped, he slumped
I bummed a bump
We woke up cold
And I said. "I'm stumped"
He said, "Don't think"
I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"

He's in my daughter's cooking class
Wearing an apron, slung low on his ass
I thought, "Wouldn't it be fine
For us to leave and change our minds?"

He said, "I don't know
That don't sound great"
But me and pre-pube,
We found ourselves loving
And coveting the same Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, news made it
All the way back home
Hubby said, "I left the kids alone"
I said, "How could I love a 12 year-old boy?"

I slipped, he slumped
I bummed a bump
We woke up cold
And I said. "I'm stumped"
He said, "Don't think"
I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"

I'll see you tomorrow
You little chalkboard of a boy
Chalkboard as a toy
Break my heart, you boy
Leave it on the sidewalk
You fucking boys are all the same
Oh, all the same

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