am i synth or strings?
am i pounding or caress?
am i a lover or just a whore
beneath a thin black dress?
turn, turn, turn
i can dance when properly inspired
even i can trip and supine
when so appropriately inclined
and i'm pretty sure that i am
capable, that i am able, and aware
i have decided yes, that i am worthy
it is a brilliant, grape-flavored decision
bubbly, infected, and springing to sensation
that yes, i can love you
and yes, i can agree to the terms
of life, leisure, and lunacy
and still keep my maiden name
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