Copyright 2009 Ian Marquis, all rights reserved.
Your sex is
Dirty poetry
I never had a choice,
That I could see
Really all I
Want to do it sing
But sweetie, I can't
Do a goddamn thing
There's something
Stuck up in the
Corner of my brain
I pick the pieces
When they fall
Out in the rain
But baby
Don't you forget about me
You know I've always
Been the one
That's really free