Indian Weed
Noble patron is forcing the maiden to
To keep her pretty little mouth shut tight
He keeps her secrets concerning her humiliating sins
And this is what happens
When virtue is turned around and preyed upon
Made it hurt you
Penelope was lacking in simplicity
She was a waster with the wormwood and the Indian weed
There is always something to hide
We've all got an unfulfilled need
Penelope was lacking in simplicity
She was a waster with the wormwood
And the Indian weed
People live with secrets all the time
You've got yours
I've got mine
People live with secrets all the time
You've got yours
I've got mine