Stripping Paper

I got time on my hands I'm just stripping paper

It's amazing what you will find

Stripping paper

When you get down to the past

Back then we didn't have means

For fine decorations

So we painted while mixing wine

With flirtation

There, in the mess of it all

He took me right there in the thrill

Not quite against my will

With my back to that rococo wall

We slipped right down to the floor

I kicked closed the door

He complimented my taste

I anointed his serious face

With wallpaper paste

I wish we could laugh like that now

But what seemed to follow

And ended up hollow

Was our vow

Tear a strip or two

See what came not much later

Here's a pony and toy balloon

Behind a vine that withered all too soon

Here's the pencil of a measuring mark

And a monster she spied in the dark

Now I've got no place in her heart

Let me go back to the start

I got time on my hands I'm just stripping paper

I got time on my hands I'm just stripping paper

I got time on my hands I'm just stripping paper