A monk with a hard on in a lavender robe
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That scratches his thighs for the height that he strode
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As he follows a path filled with harried desire
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And mimics his footsteps and sets his prayers on fire
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Glad to have chosen that which left no choice
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To sing without loving in a solitary voice
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To observe with passion each careful denial
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The protrusions which give my life meaning for a while
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Sometimes I see you eating berries and weeds
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You're brushing your teeth with licorice seeds
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Standing too close, holding your clothes
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Smiling at God, the meaning of life grows
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No, no I'll never tell and I'll never know
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What candles you light after the show
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And I'll never tell and I'll never ask
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The meaning of life after mass
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Altar Boy
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| Rickie Lee Jones |
