She wore a dress that reminded me That she was naked underneath I'd been studying restroom sign diagrams That did no justice Our heads are circles We have rectangular torsos But where I have blocks for trousers You have a feminine triangle I got past staring at your dress By closing my eyes, at first Friends or lovers- my rushing blood Knows no difference, but I can tell Our heads are circles We have rectangular torsos But where I have blocks for trousers You have a feminine triangle She wore a dress like a sock on a hot dog I watched her with relish We talked in earnest about the differences Between men and women, but I forgot Our heads are circles We have rectangular torsos But where I have blocks for trousers You have a feminine triangle