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the older silent professor
said he'd like to hold your hand
eventually undress you
and make love in the sand

who really needs someone to love
he whispers in your ear
can it be really up above
anything that you fear

you think for a bit without logic
this might just be ok
certainly no one would suspect that
you might just be that way

now things begin to start unfold
your not sure you feel ok
I mean your young and he's so old
this ain't the best you could do or say

you ask him to stop for a moment
to explain this a big mistake
your quickly undoubtly scolded
then continues to play this game

you and your mind start to separate
how can you end this equation
this is disaster and not fate
you must stop this invasion

you remember the gun that he keeps in the drawer next to your hand
and as you are ignored you open the drawer the guns now in your hand
you turn to his side
his hands are all tied
your feeling denied but you cant help feeling sorry for him as you blow him away

you quickly gather your homework
that he assigned today you notice
the red blood on your white shirt
as you hide the gun away

he didn?t have someone to love
so what you did is ok
he doesn?t have a boy or girl
or wife to raise anyway

silent professor he is
the silent professor he is
the silent professor
he is the silent professor