No sense at all. No sense at all.
Shucked off your slippers;
Ran away from the ball.
Out on the streets,
Over the hill...
Run away, Jill,
For your Jack.

Left your home,
Left your hearth;
Broke your mother's
Sweet mirth;
Abandoned
Your father's advice.

For a roll in the mud with old Jack;
For a roll in the mud with old Jack.

I wonder...
Will you ever
Come back?