The Shepherd:
I can't say I've always been honest
You can't say I've done a disservice

The girl, she's just a child
She's got a lot to learn and I'm helping out


The Observer:
Your deceit is under your wing
You won't let her know you know it's not appropriate

But all that hair, and porcelain
You swear it's more than mere lust
Into the fold, into the fold

If she knew what you do
The pristine routine to fool the rube
The gentle gentleman, the loathed Lothario

You feign you change your ways but we know, yeah, we know
Can't you can't quell this need for submissives?


The Shepherd:
Oh such lovely girls
To lead each tender little lamb

Into the fold, into the fold
And you my pet, the sweetest yet
I'll hold you closest to my heart

Into the fold

The Lamb:

I was in the student union
Studying for an English quiz
He came up and asked directions

To the new auditorium
We walked up and down the campus
No one had ever heard of it

He was so embarrassed
When he realized he had the wrong college
He offered to buy us coffee

For the time and effort wasted
We drank and talked for so long
We started making plans for dinner


The Shepherd:
She was young and impressionable

I pretended to need directions
She led me all over the campus
All the while I'm asking her questions

She agreed to have a cup of coffee
That's when I started to lay it on heavy
Once she learned I studied Dostoevsky

It was in the bag