Prefer You Were A Girl

 

The rain slaps her umbrella like a parental reprimand 

How many times can she be warned 

The puddles dance in the darkness like lights around a Christmas tree 

Flickering dizzying decorating suffocating the dying tree 

For all of its glitz and glamour 

Times Square neon lights 

Lite Broadway clamour 

There is nothing New York couldn't offer 

Company of strangers from birth to coffin 

She'd prefer you were a girl 

But she's lonely and it's late 

And yesterday she was lonely just the same 

In all of New York she can't find a bar or cafe 

In all of her writings she can't find a way to say 

She'd prefer you were a girl 

But she's lonely and it's late 

She mentions many things one time only and never again 

And if you ask she'll say she's in pain 

But she can't name the art of the torture 

A reflection in a window shop 

Says she's cold without and within 

It seems reflections and shadows 

Lately speak more clearly 

She'd prefer you were a girl 

But she's lonely and it's late 

And yesterday she was lonely just the same 

In all of New York she can't find a bar or cafe 

In all of her writings she can't find a way to say 

She'd prefer you were a girl 

But she's lonely and it's late 

She never did really choose this life 

She's not sure if this world is her sort of place 

She's not sure if her parents had asked 

On that fateful night of conception 

She would not have asked them 

To stop the action 

She'd prefer you were a girl 

But she's lonely and it's late 

And yesterday she was lonely just the same 

In all of New York she can't find a bar or cafe 

In all of her writings she can't find a way to say 

She'd prefer you were a girl 

But she's lonely and it's late