Peter was a risky boy his mother and his auntie talked a lot
About his regard for his child and what he wastes his monies on
He condones what he'd not condone in someone else
He would put upon her tiny frame when she undressed
He stutters utterances at her soaking face
He feels a modicum of a disgrace
For Pete's sake we went dancing in the dark
We told him to stop but he far too gone
A patron took his late telephone call
They tried hold him on but his desire was long gone
He was weeping on his knees clutching a letter from Louise (a letter from Louise)
Peter took but not one shred and then he went and blamed it on her soul
Denying all that he could see its laughable
He believed the lies he told he endured what he'd not endure in strangers hoods
He would wretch upon her tiny shoulders covered up
He stutters utterances at her soaking face
He feels a modicum of a disgrace
For Pete's sake we went dancing in the dark we told him to stop
But he was far too gone a patron took his late telephone call
They tried to hold him down but his desire was long gone
He was weeping on his knees smelling a scarf worn by Louise
For Pete's sake we go dancing in the dark oh
We told him to stop but was he far too gone
A patron took his late telephone call to cool him down
They tried hold him on but his desire was long gone
He was weeping on his knees touching a photo of Louise
Oh they tried to hold him on but his desire was long gone
He was weeping on his knees clutching a letter from Louise
We tried to be just as there as there could be and
We told him to be strong and that life is full and long
He walked away from the love and hugs we gave and with life
We pushed along we've heard he's still clinging on