Your first kiss, you're stiff as a board.
Your second, You realize you need a place for your hands.
Your third, you find a place.
The comfort grows and eventually leads to s**.
Thus the painter paints his canvas making it less white...less pure...less innocent.

Your first drink, the taste is awful.
Your second, you feel empowered by maturity.
Your third, you get a little buzz.
The comfort grows and eventually leads to drunkenness.
Thus the painter paints his canvas.
You're less white...less pure...less innocent.

Your first puff, the smoke chokes you.
Your second, you realize you're not inhaling.
Your third, you learn how to inhale.
The comfort grows and leads to addiction.
Thus the painter paints his canvas.
Your purity and innocence are being hidden away.

Your first penny, you think you're rich.
Your second, you realize you need more.
Your third, pennies aren't enough.
The comfort grows and leads to greed.
Thus the painter paints his canvas.
The once innocent child is turning toward the world.
Less white.
Less pure.
Less Innocent.