In a coffee shop in a city
which is every coffee shop
in every city
On a day which is every day
I pick up a magazine
which is every magazine
I read a story then I forgot it right away
They say goldfish have no memory
I guess their lives are much like mine
and the little plastic castle
is a surprise every time
And it's hard to say if they are happy
but they don't seem much to mind
From the shape of your shaved head
I recognized your silhoutte
as you stepped in out of the sun and sat down
And the sight of your sleepy smile eclipsed all the other people
as they paused to snear at the girls from out of town
I said, "Baby, look at you this morning
you are by far the cutest.
But be careful getting cofee
I think these people want to shoot us
I think there's some kind of local competition here
to see who can be the rudest"
People talk about my image
like I come in two dimensions
Like lipstick is a sign of my decling mind
Like what I happen to be wearing the day
that someone takes my picture
is my new statement for all womankind
I wish they could see us now
in leather bras and rubber shorts
like some ridiculous team uniform
for some ridculous new sport
quick someone call the girl police
and file a report
in a coffe shop in a city
which is every coffee shop
in every city
on a day which is every day