| People keep asking me why I do things like I do
|
| In all of this measuring influence I forgot you
|
| You and me lying behind the Monhegan Hotel
|
| And you told me things that nobody around me would tell
|
| That was the summer when everyone touched me at once
|
| It’s like one day they ignored me, the next, they were all down my pants
|
| But you were in bed with me, safe, before anyone else
|
| You opened beside me and held me when I needed help
|
| You and me lying together at night in my room
|
| You’ve been inside me forever, Judy Blume
|
| I couldn’t carry a tune but I thought I could sing
|
| No one had told me that thoughts were a good or bad thing
|
| But I started noticing grown-ups would smile and cringe
|
| You taught me that you could say anything you could think
|
| I don’t remember my friends from gymnastics class
|
| But I remember when Deenie was at the school dance
|
| Buddy feeling her up in the locker room
|
| Margaret, bored, counting hats in the synagogue
|
| Davey was stirring the tea that she wouldn’t drink
|
| Tony was watching his so-called friend shoplifting
|
| All of them lived in my head, quietly whispering:
|
| «You are not so strange»
|
| I don’t remember the details of seventh grade
|
| All I remember is lying and being afraid
|
| But I don’t forget Katherine and Michael going all the way
|
| Steph on the scale in the bathroom alone that day
|
| Karen pretending to puke so her dad would stay
|
| Margaret arguing with God while she masturbated
|
| All of them mixed up in my head like a love letter
|
| All of those saying «Amanda you know better
|
| You are not to blame
|
| The world’s a frightening place
|
| So go on and think how you want
|
| You will not be alone with your thoughts
|
| Well you will, but you won’t in a way
|
| 'Cause a girl thought it too in a book that the library bought»
|
| People will keep asking me why I do things like I do
|
| And from now on I’ll tell them, Nick Cave, and I’ll talk about you
|
| Judy, I can’t believe sometimes that I’m an adult
|
| And the girls like I was think that I have this shit figured out
|
| You and me lying together at night in my room
|
| You’ll be inside them forever, Judy Blume |