Song of the Sexual Abuse Victim

Big cheese director, he right
up and pointing, he make
naked boy de-
liberately, well it's
specially forgivable, he
requested me to 
take the size of his
big screwdriver with a
shiny ruler made of
Swedish pine, sticks his
Baptist thumb in a
groove of mine. 
                                    But you
can't touch me.
Man, you can’t touch me.
Cause if you get too close, I’m
gone like a cool
breeze.
                                    Had some
tough times with my
bitter mother, she so
sad-jaded, she helped
set the table, where it’s
butt to broad, and he
played on my sitar, and he
made me corrupt my little
trying smile, Johnny,
made me take my
own pants down for the
steel-tipped arrow, Father,
my one and only, where his 
saved snow-white in-
demnity bit me. 
                                    But you
cant touch me.
Man, you can’t touch me,
Cause if you get too close, I’m
gone like a cool
breeze.

                                    Well I
got my scourge, got it
through a screwer, got my
long night thrashing, till he
gave me distance, then he
sighed when he saw my poor 
heart a-cryin', made him 
feel much better, made him
feel less guilty than he 
did before with my
pants pulled down a-
round my ankles for the
blow to strike that
tiny magician, Johnny,
in the schoolyard, who 
looked me up and who
looked me down with those
clear blue eyes that
charmed me white. 
                                    But you
can’t touch me.
Man, you can’t touch me.
Cause if you get too close, I’m
gone like a coooooool
breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze.