Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled, she shivers
Shifts from a walk to a trot
Alone in the city infested with faces
Immune to new friendship
Interested in places she's never seen
She says, "Everything is grey here and nothing is green."
The girls from down the street, sixteen, seventeen years old
You can smell them getting pregnant
you can hear their rock and roll
That's America
You have to be tough like a glad trash bag
The government's an old nag with a good pedigree,
but pedigree's don't help you and me
I see the precedent is grey here and nothing is green,
unless something unforeseen happens
I'm surrounded by the haves
They say I can have some too,
just because of what I do
Do they think a lot about those who have not
or does it just distract them from what they do?
Most of us have grey except for those who can pay for green
I'm torn. I'm torn
Rejecting outfits offered me regretting things I've worn
when I was still playing roles to fill holes
in my conception of who I am.
You know, now I understand it's not important to be defined,
it's only important to use your time well
Well, time is something nobody can buy
And nobody can sell you,
so don't let anybody tell you they have the advantage
Because all the grey people can say every day,
doesn't mean anything if your mind is green
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled, she shivers
Shifts from a walk to a trot
Alone in the city infested with faces
Immune to new friendships
Interested in places she's never seen
She says everything is grey here
Otherwise I'd stay here, but I'm looking for green
just like every human being
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