Fine with this chicka
Any day off to do girl work
For free to please
My hands need beauty
Female or die inside
Working fifty hours
Like a corporate executive
Or a doctor in a city
Or a scientist on the brink
Be a girl it means much
To write this silly thing
No time of time all mine
No clients no hurry
Slow if you want for four days
It is what I live for every two weeks
Do you live for a time that's yours?
Do you ever find peace or joy
In just being a boy?
With kid ideals that turn the wheels
In you?
Because I do.
