Oh, sweet agony

What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
What with this distance, it seems so obvious?

Just make sure you don't tell on me
especially to members of your family
We best keep this to ourselves
and not tell any members of our inner posse
I wish I could tell the world 'cause you're such a pretty thing
when you're done up properly
I might want to marry you one day
if you watch that weight and keep your firm body

Oh, this could be messy
And I don't seem to mind and
Oh, don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime

We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this