Yesterday love was such an easy game for you to play. But now let's face it, things are so much easier today. Let it be like yesterday.
Goods gone bad, but right is wrong, and I don't know which side I'm on lately.
Put all the pervs in jail, bring back the birch and cat-o-nine tails.
Better close your window tight or I might come in for a bite, I'm a sleep walker.
No one can penetrate me. They only see what's in their own fancy, always.
Accept your life and what it brings, I know tomorrow you find better things.