A Finely Tuned Machine

Too sad to be aware
Her 6th grade boyfriend
Passed a note about music news
And 'the worst mom ever'
One day the notes stopped
She didn't really noticed
A grope in the parking lot
She hunts
She hunts
She hunts
She hunts
She hunts
She hunts
She hunts
She hunts
Son with a waterbed
Rested his weary head
On the girl's padded C cups
Hang your enemies,
Your loves,
Around your neck
Years later she finds
An all ages ticket
To a band she only saw
Because he liked it
She hunts
She hunts
She hunts
She hunts
She hunts
She hunts