If analysing folk their things on show
Rate what I go by not the giveaway
A crucifix a halter cleavage low
A jail tattoo unsleeved the temples gray
I meet more folk I doubt Ill further know
My blinkered world a cause of mild dismay
It seems a decades drawn out ebb and flow
Of census numbers normalised okay
I came across a chick of lovely looks
And no one spoke her so that seemed inane
Perhaps it was to stop her spoiling vain
Her skin was mostly covered subtle nooks
She was a mystery chick selfpossessed
Available to me in mind progressed
Chorus possessed kept owned
Rate what I go by not the giveaway
A crucifix a halter cleavage low
A jail tattoo unsleeved the temples gray
I meet more folk I doubt Ill further know
My blinkered world a cause of mild dismay
It seems a decades drawn out ebb and flow
Of census numbers normalised okay
I came across a chick of lovely looks
And no one spoke her so that seemed inane
Perhaps it was to stop her spoiling vain
Her skin was mostly covered subtle nooks
She was a mystery chick selfpossessed
Available to me in mind progressed
Chorus possessed kept owned
