It was a tower he put her in
You know, the one on Green Street
In his determination, he declared with a beer in hand
"Ain't nobody gonna disrespect my baby
So up in her tower his daughtet sat pondering creation
When your view is that of a bird, the world looks different
You become above petty shit
Only the best pagan teachers cone to visit
But they that lived below didnt understand that her view was above and closer to God
Boredom sat in
Father sent suitors to her in the prospects of marriage
But they were all sent away
They did not come with water and a crucifix
Only a man of Christ could give her what she desired
Baptism
