Exegetic Halitosis Folk Song

I've been whispered down the turnpike, Paying tolls to know not where with know not what! I've been unctiouus and deplorable and invested, And fractious, undeserving, cathartic, owed, and Flipping up your frilly pink skirt behind at night! It was better than anything until we elope Or until we can kiss and moan like we did before With that secret dope you keep in your closet. You've been kept stapled stable somehow for no reason Yet we all rage on.