A Stroke of Colour

Wet blouse sticks to skin Deep darkness closing in If all hell breaks loose tonight Could you say you'd be alright Fingers grow to stretch wide Always told to stay polite If legs kick side to side Two holes won't see the light Oh could you say you'd be alright Oh could you say you'd be alright For not to know, is knowing slight In a sense innocence is your right If they hold the power to the light Their fickle cross flips overnight Different molds in every sin A stroke of colour never forgiven Painted white, mistake erased The colour deprived in every case Oh could you say you'd be alright Oh could you say you'd be alright Could you say you'd be alright Could you say you'd be alright Could you say you'd be alright Could you say you'd be alright Could you say you'd be alright Could you say you'd be alright Could you say you'd be alright Oh could you say you'd be alright Oh could you say you'd be alright Oh could you say you'd be alright Oh could you say you'd be alright