Luck Of The Draw

Once slept with a black-haired lad

Went up to his apartment

Pretty quickly things turned bad

Passion wasn't his department

Too busy shoving poppers up his nose to notice me

Took a chance with another frolicking in bed

But he couldn't get excited

Unless I held a pillow tightly over his head

Just your average boy next door

Well they say some day my prince will come

Not holding my breath anymore

You gotta kiss some frogs

You've heard that one before

Now I've kissed a lot of frogs

Am I better off than I was before

Sitting here alone with chapped lips

I've never been a slut

Though I've slept with more than a few

Maybe that's something that

I could aspire to

There's a lotta people in this town

Who never seem to come to grips with

How they feel from the waist down

Well I've been reading the personals

There seems to be two kinds

Helpless romantics, or guys with

Absolutely nothing on their minds

But the endless bump and grind

Living in a fishbowl

Here at the edge of the world

You can't go west forever

Or you'll hit ocean bottom

Looking up from the Golden Gate

I can't see east of the Berkeley Hills

But some people wanna live in North Dakota

Maybe you can go far in Fargo