Moral Straightjacket

It's getting late.
 I know that you're in your bed.
 And as much as I would like to join you, I'll be staying home instead.
 If only for a token display, I would like to keep my conscience clean.
 But am I righteous as I say?
 My glasses crack when you're around.
 My alter ego gets in the way.
 Don't want to look through broken eyes.
 Because I...
 Sometimes I hear a whisper when you mention my name.
 And I'd swear it was an invitation and I don't know if I can behave.
 I know you're as perverted as me, therefore you and I should not be left alone.
 My temptation is my enemy.
 I may have lost some of my purity, but I refuse to relinquish my nobility.
 The ice in my veins has yet to overcome my blood.
 So just continue staring at me and I will surely freeze up.
 Keep me outside and I'll patrol your backyard with my moral straightjacket.
 Kiss me one time and I'll bury myself with my suit of armor.