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I was Cborn with the charm of Dinnocence On my Aback like a Bbcross CThorns upon my foreDhead ARound my neck I Bbwore it Sometimes a Crabbit's claw Sometimes an Ealbatross
It beAgan at a school that turned C#mboys into gentlemen GThen turned them on to Bmdebauchery I was Aforced to my knees in C#mfront of these gentlemen GIf I refused they would Bmtorture me On ASundays I'd stalk the BoC#mtanical Garden And Gunder my uniform sBmomething would harden WheFnever I passed a girl of my own Eage
Or Adid it begin with au C#mpair girls from Germany GPaid by the hour to look Bmafter us? ADid it begin with that C#mfirst opportunity To Gcorner a stranger with Bmnakedness? AMaybe the clinical C#mway they undressed me GStayed with me and dBmeeply distressed me FI think, at heart, I'm something of a Eprude
I was Cborn with the charm of Dinnocence On my Aback like a Bbcross CThorns upon my foreDhead ARound my neck I Bbwore it Sometimes a Crabbit's claw Sometimes an Ealbatross
AThen at eighteen I C#mdecided I wanted To Gbe a commercial phoBmtographer I rAented a studio C#mdown by the docks Which I Gshared with a friendly Bmpornographer I Aphotographed models in C#mfluorescent light Whose Gveins were so blue and whose Bmbreasts were so white I assFumed, like the moon, women were blue Echeese
AWhen I left home I alC#mready had five years Of Gself abuse under my Bmbelt I Afound certain women who'd C#mlet me try anything GJust to find out how it Bmfelt In some Agarish hotel room with C#mvile decoration The Gwallpaper witnessed my Bmfirst pollination FThe paisley patterns witnessed an Eabortion
I was Cborn with the charm of Dinnocence On my Aback like a Bbcross CThorns upon my foreDhead ARound my neck I Bbwore it Sometimes a Crabbit's claw Sometimes an Ealbatross
In the Aarmy they taught me to C#mshare the abuse That I'd Gkept up 'til then to myBmself There's Anothing like killing For C#mcoaxing a shy boy of Gtwenty-one out of his Bmshell In the Adark continent with a C#mpeace-keeping force I fell Gin with a bunch of AlBmgerian whores FAnd promised them I'd try and keep in Etouch
BWe met up again in the Ebmeighteenth arrondisement AI remember them C#mwell Their Blank stringy hair and their Ebmbig bulbous noses Their Aunmistakable C#msmell I'd appBroach all the ugliest, Ebmseediest jerks And Aask them to keep a youngC#m model in work GSome men, thank Christ, don't discriminate at F#all
I was Cborn with the charm of Dinnocence On my Aback like a Bbcross CThorns upon my foreDhead ARound my neck I Bbwore it Sometimes a Crabbit's claw Sometimes an Ealbatross
I will Apass my old age by a C#mpale two-bar fire GPatiently waiting to Bmdie ATwitching the lace as the C#mschoolgirls go past GTracing a page of BaBmtaille And Aif you catch sight of my C#msecondhand coat GLeaving behind it a faint Bmwhiff of goat Remember Fboth of us are naked Eunderneath
I Bthought it would end with the Ebmfirst obscene phone call The Asecond professional C#mkill But Bsomehow detached from my Ebmactual behavior This Ainnocence burdens me C#mstill BUp in the attic I Ebmpick up the brush PAaint in the crow's feet, C#mpaint out the blush The Gface this portrait is of is still F#capable of The Gface this portrait is supposed to be of is still F#capable of The Gface this G/F#portrait G/Eis of G/F#is still F#capable of (Paint out the blush of shame) The Gface this G/F#portrait is suppG/Eosed to be G/F#of is still F#capable of (Paint out the blush of shame) The Gface this G/F#portrait G/Eis of G/F#is still F#capable of (Paint out the blush of shame) The Gface this G/F#portrait is suppG/Eosed to be G/F#of is still F#capable of (Paint out the blush of shame) The Gface this G/F#portrait G/Eis of G/F#is still F#capable of (Paint out the blush of shame) The Gface this G/F#portrait is suppG/Eosed to be G/F#of is still F#capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
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