Tell us what you gonna do tonight Momma. There must be someplace you can go. In the middle of the tall drinks and drama. There must be someone you know. God knows your lookin' good enough. But your so smooth and the worlds so rough. You might have somethin' to lose. Oh No pretty Momma. What you gonna do in those shoes. Got those pretty straps around your ankles. Those little silver chains around your heart. You got to have your independence. But you don't know just where to start. Desperation in the singles bars. And all those jerk offs in their fancy cars. You can't believe your reviews. Oh No you can't do that. Once you started wearing those shoes. They start lookin' at you. Leanin' on you. Giving you tablets of love. Telling you anything you want to hear. They're waiting for you. Got to score you. Handy with a shovel and so sincere. Oh, they got the gloves. You just want someone to talk to. They just want to get their hands on you. You get whatever you choose. Oh.No. You can't do that. Once you started wearing those shoes.

My Ideal Person ...Sweet the sin. Bitter the taste in my mouth. I see seven towers. But I only see one way out. You got to cry without weeping. Talk without speaking. Scream without using your voice. ...Running to stand still