The lacy touch of your fingers upon my ******* The soft touch of your smooth lips upon mine Now lay between the empty bed sheets Stained with time The spilt tears The endless fears The lacy touch of your fingers upon her ******* The soft touch of your smooth lips against her hips Now lay covered under the fresh bed sheets Stained with your crime Was I nothing more but a doll to play with? Some sort of toy that you could just dispose of as time went on? I looked into your eyes I thought I saw your soul Now I hope that she can see the truth; You pick us out at random like a raffle ticket And if the prize you receive does not please you