the tuneless piano jangles and jumps
your mouth is a cavern, you glide on your pumps
No point for you to kiss and tell,
in plain sight you divulged the sexual swell.
Your lips are the chill, the spite of all queers
their eyes dress you down with a fluttering lash,
they picture that vamp who pushed them so far,
in you and your shadow, their misgivings are brash
so twist all our necks with jagged nails
"look at my eyes! at my chest! at my eyes."
vanish her out to the woman she becomes.
"look at my eyes! at my chest!" not my eyes.
there's gliding again, on your marionette rail
the men are all dogs and they're chasing your tail
unholy and brilliant, you are such a slut
first fizzle, then shine. see no guts but all cuts
you hug the way keeps dykes alive
"the community bike" your love's true but don't thrive
and all I see is the cup of your neck and shoulder,
the perfect placeholder for one tender chin
so twist all our necks with jagged nails
"look at my eyes! at my chest! at my eyes."
vanish her out to the woman she becomes.
"look at my eyes! at my chest!" not my eyes.
so twist my arms, not my eyes.
look look look twist here but not my eyes.
look at my eyes. my beating chest, but not my eyes.
the perfect placeholder for one angelic chin
I feel like this is possible the edgiest song I have ever wrote, what with mention of sluts, queers, dykes, all intertwined in, as I imagine, one single "lady of the night", who is finding love wherever, whenever. hahaha I can just think of Kim Stolz.
See, I even threw in that old "you're such a slut you're like the community bike... everyone gets a ride."
The Masked Phantom Community Member 
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