“If love is a battlefield than lust is a playground... Meet me on the swings?”
“My father would take me to the playground, and put me on mood swings.”
“Its called a playground, but its nearer to a battlefield. It can be brutal”
“Driving home I see the playground but it's all wrong, the swings are on the opposite side. "Oh, Jack, that's a different one," says Grandma. There's playgrounds in every town." Lots of the world seems to be a repeat.”
“The false religion of lust is baser than the false religion of mother-love or patriotism or art: but lust is less likely to be made into a religion.”
“Love is a Battlefield.”