I have never been one fornprettiness prettinessnthinking of lace 'bout makes me pukenbut the thing I just bought has anlittle bit little bitnI'm putting it onnand I'm thinking of younnone night I followed some holy menngoing into the woods to do their worknI had an overcoat on just toncover me cover menlistening for anything I might learnnnand there were stars up in the heavensnand if they caught menwhat could they do?nthey did not know I was a womannat least I didn't think they knewnnI think about it when Inlook at him look at himneverybody hides from what they arentake me. I used to think I was asnempty as an emperornthat's what I thoughtnbut I've come so farnnhis Turkish drums and two way mirrorsnthe way he moves, slow motion slownhe does not know I am a womannbut I think I might want him to know