• Audio
• Photos
• Videos

Lyrics

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.

[Chorus]
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 gauge
You only know other kids your age.

[Chorus]

He's in my daughter's cooking class
Wears 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?

[Chorus]

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.