My friends, my dear friends
And lovers, oh my lovers
I'd leave you for them


They got a hand on my back


Mama has money now and mama has friends
She's making rags for some uptown hags
With their money in bags

And why are you so sad?

Why are you always so sad?

Why do I not understand?
Why don't I see what it is you see?
Why can't I live and just be?


I'm full of guilt
I am full of guilt

You're very tall, you're very handsome
You have it all, your skin smells like man


You never know how I ache
You will never know how I ache


Ever considered the sea?
I heard you had to be strong
Why not float around with me?

It won't take you so long

You can go where I'm at

You can hang around with me

A few good men will go where they ought

Where they ought to be
And a few good mothers go for what they,
What they ought to teach


I long for a touch or reminder of us but,
But it must not be


And a few strong branches over water reach for what they ought not reach


I hope your mother knows where it is you have been
I hope your mother knows what it is you have seen
She'd be so proud