And though the solitudes have won, I cannot begin to crave you Please spring us, Madeline, from these rustic jails of lust we live in I'm livin' in I will find you, lord, in the classified loves of three good women You are familiar with these terms, I trust? Don't you mind, our children go unseen to us The popular singers, they're mean to us Go find there's joy in being barred from the temple And though the graces sing our praise in countless catchy ways Escape from what could only be the soil and dirt of freedom's all I'm thinking of I will fund you, lord, through the classified loves of three good women You are familiar with these terms, I trust? Don't you find such freedoms go unseen to us The popular singers, they'll sing to us in time Of joys, and being barred from the temple And though the solitudes have won, I cannot begin to crave you Please spring us, Madeline, from these dusty tales of lust we live in I'm givin' in I will find you, lord, in the calcified loves of three good women You are familiar with these terms, I trust? Don't you mind, our children go unseen to us The popular singers, they'll sing to us There's joy in being barred from the temple