If I thought for one minute that I could go home with you I would paint a really big blue dog on your front porch.

If I wasn't me but a really ferocious beast I would just take you and they would have to lock me up forever until I died and went to hell where I would finally learn my lesson and return as me who would never dream of doing that again. It's good that I wouldn't.

If I was purity I wouldn't have to think of you at all.

If I was a long dirt road and I felt on me your bare feet
I would lead you astray.