Meet me in a doorway
I'll be painting pictures of gates
You were so crazy
I was so chaste
I don't know what happened to me
I don't know
I-I-I-I-I don't want to think about it
I-I-I-I-I don't want to think about it
You rendered me conscious
You cut my innocent face
I'm not really bitter
Then again I'm not amused
I just want to kick you till you cry
I loved I really loved you
I-I-I-I-I don't want to think about it
I-I-I-I-I don't want to think about it
Meet me in a doorway
I'll be wearing Middleton's lace
It's as sterile as chess
Nobody'd guess
You were touching me between the love of God and sister mercy
I-I-I-I-I don't want to think about it
I-I-I-I-I don't want to think about it
I-I-I-I-I don't want to think about it
I-I-I-I-I don't want to think about it
I don't want to think about it
Think about it
Think about it
Think about it

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Writer(s): KEN JOHN HARRISON, ROBERTA HARRISON