Stood up by her date
She was inside crying in men's washroom at around midnight
She was lush and plump ready for cable TV
Or a night out in blue jeans or white pants to hide bare buttocks on unknown alleys
Play and pause as the law stood by on gender roles
She was to be mine only
She shared the restroom blues with blue eye Vera Lynn
As she wailed during her weekend in the boy's washroom and had him later
Maybe men's clothes have some plus points such as lose underwear
Which she would wear after a night in my Paris
Last I saw her, was in her happiest haze
I'll smile on this dead planet just for these stories where jealous hearts sing equity
My heart will smile too like I heard moanin' Jack Daniels and overleaped
I'll please and release myself
Or must I be shackled and bound by general propriety
Look at the one who handles the loom with unseen unction
Pray observe the ones who do less than brew tea for parties and let dogs out for a walk
She liked my simple things and I liked that
My love story ended when here it began for her once more