You can have boyfriends, but not men
You want your words to be penned
There's women on the barge
On the rivers that bend
Don't bury you repentance in the pens
Don't say sure
Don't sight your hope
In the breeding of the pens
My lust is to tay here with your bones
The ones that breathe blood
From glass domes
Don't say sure
Don; t sight your hope
In the breeding of the hens
They don't want boyfriends
They want men