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Here I am on the decadent dance
floor
wrapped around me are the beautiful whores
White picket fence is not the life for me
If you saw these princes you will agree
The lights burn bright below the City sky
in some parts of this vast playground a junkie gets high
In these arches there is loving of the queer kind
sex and love do not marry here as that union is hard to find
Alone in my thoughts as I walk the streets
I wonder why sometimes occupy these cheap seats
never I will know the pleasure and pain of raising a child
cradling him or her in their meek and mild
The love that I share may not be equal in many peoples eyes
but I have fallen apart infront of a loved one and flown down my face
those open cries
White picket fence to the City skyline its really not a choice you know
whether your married to a woman or married to a man at times we all feel
the secret woe. |
