05 January, 2012

This used to be one of my favorite songs when I was little (which is kind of creepy in retrospect, but whatever) and it occurred to me that it has some relation to things I write about in this blog. Like I've said I think sex is a pretty good microcosm of all the feelings and relationships people try to define and make rules for, and one of the best examples of how much those rules can hurt people. So, have fun, while I work on my post about how everyone is severely disabled in their own mind.

asked my daddy when I was thirteen
"Daddy, can you tell me what love really means"
his eyes went glossy not a word was said
he poured another beer and his face turned red

asked my mother, she acted the same
she never looked up, she seemed so ashamed
asked my teacher, he reached for the cane
he said "don't mention that subject again"

read about love, I read it in a magazine
read about love, cosmo and seventeen
read about love, in the back of hustler, hustler, hustler

so I know what makes girls sigh
and I know why girls cry
so don't tell me I don't understand
what makes a woman and what makes a man
I've never been to heaven but at least I've read about love

my big brother told me when I was fourteen
"it's time I showed you what love really means
girls like kissing and romance too
but a boy's got to know what a man's got to do"

he gave me a book, the cover was plain
written by a doctor with a German name
it had glossy pictures, serious stuff
I read it seven times then I knew it well enough

read about love, now I've got you
read about love, where I want you
read about love, I've got you on the test-bed, test-bed, test-bed

so why don't you moan and sigh
and why do you sit there and cry
I do everything I'm supposed to do
if something's wrong it must be you
I know the ways of a woman, I've read about love

when I touch you there it's supposed to feel nice
that's what it said in reader's advice
I've never been to heaven but at least I've read about love

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