You missed a button, Sister Genovese! On your sweater-vest You are a testament A testament ♪ Came pay your dials of pubic hair And basement ballerinas The book taught us Children stray but he went away Just to go away I still think of God Every once in a while And I still send an email Every once in a while Just cuz I don't bless my meals anymore Doesn't mean that I am damned An undeserving of deserve in the end ♪ One-sided conversations will feed my doubt ♪ What's the point in calling out?