it's time to change my skirt
I'll just unbutton my shirt
change my skin until I hurt
covered in blushes and dirt

You'll stand there staring at me
waiting to become someone else
I can't undo what you see
until I become myself

Who's waiting for me to become me?
Why do I feel the  need to be free?
Who's waiting for me under the tree?
Is there an escape across the sea?

I don't want to dance as nobody
you don't want me to dance alone
I was once dressed and somebody
just waiting for the tossed bone

parting mouths on open tongues
parting thighs on open thumbs
parting sighs on open promises
parting cries on closed kisses

I changed my skirt
and opened my shirt
my new costume
makes me more
or less
but I guess
I'm more to inhale
Your next breath
to exhale
is why I'm standing
naked
in front of you