| When I was six years old my sister Alyson |
| Asked for a stove for her birthday |
| A miniature one you could actually cook with |
| And my mom was nice and she bought one |
| Alyson needed a reason to bake something |
| Barged in my room and she grabbed me |
| She said: |
| «I made a cake and we’re going next door |
| To sam weinstein’s and you’re getting married» |
| The cake was burned |
| It tasted gross |
| She made me kiss him |
| On the mouth |
| Now I am 33 |
| Unmarried happily |
| No plans in life and I’m planning to keep it that way |
| I do kissing with only one mission |
| Do you like to kiss? then you have my permission |
| And I have already spent too much time |
| Doing things I didn’t want to |
| So if I just want to make out all the time |
| You can bet your black ass that I’m going to |
| When I was nine I was kind of a loser |
| The kids in my class didn’t like me |
| Melanie chow was the meanest of all |
| And my mom made me go to her party |
| Nobody talked to me I sat there quietly |
| Drawing with crayons on a napkin |
| A picture of melanie skewered with a pitchfork |
| Her legs getting eaten by lions |
| The cake was good |
| I took some home |
| I had a party |
| In my room |
| Now I have friends and I’m not such a loser |
| But I go to bars all alone and I sit there |
| And order red wine and I write and I like being alone around people |
| Yes that’s how I like it |
| And I’ve already spent too much time |
| Doing things I didn’t want to |
| So if I wanna sit here and write and drink wine |
| You can bet your black ass that I’m going to |
| Yes I come here often |
| Sure I’ll have another one |
| Yes I come here often |
| Sure I’ll have another one |
| But I don’t have to talk to you |
| When I was 17 I was a blowjob queen |
| Picking up tips from the masters |
| I was so busy perfecting my art I was clueless to what they were after |
| Now I’m still a blowjob queen (far more selectively) |
| I don’t make love now to make people love me |
| But I don’t mind sharing my gift with the planet |
| We’re all gonna die and a blowjob’s fantastic |
| And |
| When I was 25 I was a rock star |
| But it didn’t pay too well I had to strip on the side |
| Of the road to get ready for shows and the cars driving by |
| Baby they’d never know |
| What a bargain they’d gotten |
| And if I’m forgotten |
| I’m perfectly happy with all that has happened |
| And I still get laughed at but it doesn’t bother me |
| I’m just so glad to hear laughter around me |
| And I’ve already spent too much time |
| Doing things I didn’t want to |
| So if I want to drink alone dressed like a pirate |
| Or look like a dyke |
| Or wear high heels and lipstick |
| Or hide in a convent |
| Or try to be mayor |
| Or marry a writer |
| Smoke crack and slash tires |
| Make jokes you don’t like |
| Or paint ducks and retire |
| You can bet your black ass that I’m going to |