Being good isn't always easy,

no matter how hard I try.
When he started sweet talkin to me,
Tellin me that everything was alright,
Kiss and tell me everything's alright.
Can I get away again tonight?

Well. I have a problem. Its kind of a sticky matter, it could grow into something far more dangerous if I'm not careful. Its my own fault I guess. Now I've put me in a spot, and I can't see no easy solution.

That aside, I'm so unprepared for the papers tomorrow. I've been lumbering the day away, not being productive at all...

The only boy who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man.