In '78 [I fell in love with a mechanic] :: grease was the word.
Now I wonder what was the point of my virginity, that filthy word.

Violets, leather jackets, milkshakes, Lightnin'. Please, I offered,
I bought them for you. Symbols of 'fidelity' was the word.

Song written for the mechanic: Summer Nights. Thieves uncovered
Innocence, his filthy secret, i.e. his 'Sandy-dee-code-word.'

Beware! The life span of a diseased relationship is one generation.
Lovers of Beowulf, the title of my discography was the word --

Ex. Examine the lyrics of background noise. Suggest exegesis, interpretation,
Sound bites. I'm hopelessly 'devoted' to you! Devoted is such a silly word.

Take for instance, a mechanism, an unconscious reaction, unease when
A person faces a whipping. Imagine this willy-nilly word:

[Invisible ink.] By '79 he wasn't a greaser anymore -- a sleaze, a coward!
Never mind the bloodstain, the black eye, or his last Nazi word.