I felt a twinge, bet I could wage
You were a soul that could not be saved.
An angelic bad-boy’s bargain made,
I guessed you owned another face.
You knew my mother was a nurse,
that I spent my free time at church,
that I sometimes longed for something worse,
yet I kept a crucifix in my purse,
That long road home was driven fast,
A touchstone reached, and crossroads passed.
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