Parenthetical Girls - The Privilege текст песни

Give my best to your sister
I guess they sent her to some specialist
She was always this strange, heartsick, autistic kid
But I suppose she made the most of it
I suppose she made the most of it Drove herself to the doctors
Thank God your father never caught wind of it They said she caught something awful
But that she’d made it through the worst of it She’s made it through the worst of it Bring me the head of my love-life
Hopes rise waist high
And its never quite like the first time
Well, I don’t mind tonight
Praise the prodigal father
The boys, they grew into embarrassments of men
Raised of the soft constitutions
I know he left you to the savages
But save it for your analyst
Don’t know if you remember
Your face was lovely like a woman’s then
A less than confident lover
You said you’d never fall in love again
You’d never fall in love again
Bring me the head of my love-life
It’s all gone cock-eyed
But if my heart breaks your birth-right
But I don’t mind tonight
Forget my friends from the city
They better bury me in Everett
Leave what’s left of me by the bridge beside the sea
I guess it’s time I’d gotten over it So much for elegant women
God bless those broad stroke sentimentalists
And though I know you’re heart’s not really in it
I’ll just keep paying for the privilege
Keep paying for the privilege