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I was sitting with a bloody head

Outside of X


In my proud boy dumbness
At the Berkeley Square


Half drunk, half sexed,
Half conscious


Lenny had said, "Shouldn't you check it?"
I said, checking is for wimps



So I flew into the hedge

Looking at the blue skies below
Up and above

Flying like a dove
I was head over heels



When I hit the manhole cover

Kathleen walked up, said, "You alright?"
No, I'm in pain, duh.




Well, sleeveless shirts


And catholic school skirts

"Small girls, big cars", Al says

For me it's the other way around

She said, "Just show me where it hurts"

I said, you can pick me up and take me home

Or just join me on the ground




And we could have some kids
If we're lucky they'll be gay
And we could be proud parents


In the pride parade


I swear I almost cry
Every year when they go by

If I'd only been a girl instead of
A guy,


Kathleen.