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Mr. J. Medeiros - Constance
(from the album Of Gods and Girls)
© copyright 2007

An old man vacationing, he stands patiently
Under a hotel sign that blinks vacancy
He’s thinking maybe he’s too late to make the drop off
‘Til a truck coming his way brakes and stops short
And now he’s out of sorts, you can see he’s sorta nervous
Walking to the passenger door to meet his autumn service
This is someone’s daughter working, blames his conscious
When the driver says, “She’s my youngest, her name is Constance”
He comments, “And it’s only six dollars per visit
Just don’t leave any marks on her, it hurts business”
Thought for a minute and confessed that’s fair
Since it was three dollars less than his cab fare
“How old are you, honey?” She says, “I’m 13”
Her nose is runny, it’s raining in the Philippines
He handed over the money, and until he’d seen
The truck drives off and now he’s on a hunt to kill her dreams
The sign reads no vacancy
He leads Constance to a room, he is ready for taping, see
He’s about to turn six into six thousand
And all you gotta do is click on your web browser
It’s not illegal to use raping as a cash crop
As long as it says “She’s 18” on your laptop
The sound of rain is a backdrop, laying there
Like she’s waiting for somebody to say they care
While the tears of God roll down the window pane
She feels unholy like the Father doesn’t know her name
Mary Magdalene, the woman at the well
He knew everything that happened, and in His arms she fell

In His arms she fell, fell, fell, fell, fell, fell
She fell, fell, fell, fell, fell, fell
Will You stay with me

He’s 21 and all alone in his household
He’s tempted by the quiet he feels and the mouse he holds
The silence of his spouse is cold
So he’s about to help that man get his six thousand gold
One click and now she’s sold
Withholding his conscious, scrolling through the comments
There she is looking confident, a picture of Constance
In a series of video clips, adult content
The title blinks in bold letters
Like the vacancy sign, it’s his time to go get her
It’s like his mind doesn’t know better
Her soul is crying out “Let me go” but he won’t let her
He got her trapped inside his media player
Held captive by his need to replay her
It’s a matter of he being here, and she being there
That’s why he doesn’t feel the need to care
Guilt is in the seed he bears, filling the shares of the profit
On a five hundred million dollar market
Where children are regarded as product, and traded like stock tips
And raped for the sake of our pockets
His laptop sits like a window into Constance’s room
Where he exits cuz it’s almost noon
And he’s expecting his wife home soon with new clothes for the baby
She’d be angry if she saw his new lady
A 13 year old Philippino named Constance
Trust me, girl, God has not forgotten
He knew Mary Magdalene and the woman at the well
He knows everything that happens, and in His arms she fell