Exposé

You’re looking scrumptious tonight…
Are you satisfied, flagrante?
Have you got what you desired?
You’re destroying all i’ve worked for
With this frenzy you’ve inspired!
Ain’t it funny how things happen?
Can this really be by chance?
After all the time gone by…
…we fin’lly made it to the dance
Too little, too late, flagrante!
You know I do believe the last time we were together was in a high school,
very much like this
Correction. The last time we were together was in the back seat of your
father’s studebaker
You were such a bad boy…
And you were such a good girl -- on the outside
But I always knew there was a blazing inferno beneath the icy exterior
One day you were bound to melt, and when you did, I wanted to be there to lick
up the puddle…
I enjoyed the constant battles
Though the odds were none to slim
And I still recall those tussles
'Neath the bleachers in the gym
All the steam…
All the sweat…
There are some things we’d be better to forget…
Do you remember french class, mon cher?
Yes, I recall that french class affair
Oh, to be wild and young
Exploring a foreign tongue
I left ev’ry day from french class
More certain than before
That under your je ne sais quoI --
I’d find l’amour!
Tell me my love, does glee club ring a bell?
Yes, I remember glee club, too well
Reason gave way to rhyme
Rapture in four/four time
There in the heat of glee club
Passions were expressed
For music, it never quite soothed --
Your savage breast!
Expose', my love
Expose'
I remember it well;
It was heaven and hell
The games that we’d play
Expose', my love
Expose'
You tore me apart
You stomped on my heart
Then cast me away
Expose'!
Then came the joys of art class at noon
Just hearing you speak of art class, I swoooooon
There we knew no restraints
Dripping in temp’ra paints
Surrounded by works romantic
Secrets were disclosed
Leaving your feelings stripped bare --
And you exposed!
You liked to neck during football games
One little pass and you’d blush
You tried so hard for a touchdown
You longed for the offensive rush
And oh, the excitement
The thrill of the scene
The sight of your pom-poms!
And the smell of brilliantine!
Expose', my love
Expose'
I remember it well;
It was heaven and hell
The games that we’d play
Expose'
My love
Expose'
You tore me apart!
You stomped on my heart!
Then cast me away!
Expose'!
Expose'!
Expose'!