My Hips

Yesterday i was born of a coke-goddess queen
A child of the city
And tonight as i lie in the arms of a silver clad diva
With her hips clutching mine
Cradled, i love, amidst the newspapers
The television, the noise
The lies, the heat that is not hot
Yet nearly intolerable

And the day that it happened
The day that i began to become woman, i cried
Where's that poetry gone
Cause i think i have lost some sensual sweet
Where's my little girl hips?
A little innocence on these lips isn't so hard to wipe away
Just ask me

Now rolling, now rocking, now tick-tocking time away
My hands reach for my face but fingers like knives
10 to a set, cut deep and leave me scarred
So that my lips pass over her lips yet
Feel more and more like the concrete coating all around
And i reflect that what i write
What i say mirrors the glass all around and what i think
Well, that's a product manufactured downtown
So i reflect that these hips
Now rolling, now rocking
Now tick-tocking time away
Will one day bear the child of the cold pushing and hard driving city

And as the years went by small changes occurred in my face, my body, my love
My body has been becoming concrete for years now
Where's that poetry gone
Cause i think i have lost some sensual sweet
Where's my little girl hips?
A little innocence on these lips isn't so hard to wipe away
Just ask me

Now coming home tonight, alone
Coming home wandering these streets alone
Thinking only words for thought and with words and thoughts
I am alone
And if you walk my streets, if you say my words
If you hold my hips, new to me
Will it ever be so clear
That it is the buildings that rise and stiffen to seed the sky
Spawning the ever growing puddle of sprawl in the ever growing land of filth
And that i am my hips
I am my hips
I am my hips - the bastard child of the city grown