The last girl I dated asked me before we slept together for the first time if I was sure that I wanted to open Pandora’s Box.
Little did I know that Pandora, as it turned out, was a more fitting name for her than I ever would have imagined. But I’m done being angry. In fact, benefit of hindsight I suppose, at least a part of me is rather glad to have been freed from that light-sucking trap.
Oh, you love to hear her moan
And when you come around
And hope that she’s alone
Cause the weather makes the sound
It’s alright, she says…
Come inside, she says…
Come inside…
My love, call it skin beneath the moonlight
Was a vision of a better time
When you and I had different lives
Is something the matter?
No, she brought him to the finish line
Saying you will learn in due time
She shook and moaned and spread her thighs
Oh it’s alright, she said…
Come inside, she said…
Come inside…
This is, how hope is gone
This is, how hope was lost
Now hope is gone
Well you know, that thing before that bothered me
The man who owns me rightfully
Has quite a hefty policy
Well accidents happen
So, with an implication in the air
I turned and bolted out of there
She followed and made me aware
I’ll get what I want
If you don’t, I’ll tell you how my story goes
He broke into the window
With me in just like any clothes
You made me undress then
You came inside, she said…
Get back inside, she said…
Get back inside…
So this is, how hope is gone
Now I know, I know, how hope was lost
