in a coffee shop in a city which is every coffee shop in every city on a day which is every day i pick up a magazine which is every magazine and read a story then forgot it right away
they say goldfish got no memory i guess their lives are much like mine the little plastic castle is a surprise every time it's hard to say if they are happy when they don't seem much to mind
from the shape of your shaved head i recognized your silhoutte as you stepped in out of the sun and sat down your sleepy smile eclipsed everyone else in the room as they paused to snear at the girls from out of town
i said, "Baby, look at you this morning you are so way the fucking cutest be careful getting cofee i think these people want to shoot us i think there's some kind of competition here
to see who can be the rudest
people talk about my image like i come in two dimensions like lipstick is a sign of my decling mind like what i happen to be wearing the day that someone takes my picture is my new statement for all womankind
i wish they could see us now in leather bras and rubber shorts like some ridiculous team uniform for some ridculous new sport quick someone call the girl police and file a report
in a coffe shop in a city which is every coffee shop in every city on a day which is every day