You said to me, "You look awfully red"

So now I harbor these feelings to my end (To my end)

And so death bows to us

Two in each eye

Back left, three up and go down

You're all mine (You're all mine)

So you

Yeah, you don't gotta be so nervous

Because we all just got here

Bad dream, what she writes

On the floor of my conscience

Leads me to your medicine

Oh Maxine, you do more than I wanted

More than I needed

You do more than I needed

Pierce through

Oh, yеah-ha-ha

You, you have a silver tongue for making mе nervous

While they all just watch you

Enter me with your clothes awfully wet

Maxine said to me, "Why's a boy like you hang his head?"

"Well Jesus" I promptly respond

"Maybe this is all too much for me"

(Maybe this is all too much for me)

I respond with

"Maybe this is all too much for me"

I respond with

"Maybe this is all too much for me"

I respond with

"Maybe this is all too much, Maxine"