You can have boyfriends, but not men
You want her words to be penned
There's one on the barge on the rivers that bend
Don't bury you repentance in the pens, in the pens
You won't say sure
Don't sight your hope
In the breeding of the pens
My lust is to stay here with your bones
The ones that breathe blood from gla** domes
You won't say sure
Don't sight your hope
In the breeding of the hens
They don't want boyfriends they want men