Once slept with a black-haired lad

Went up his apartment

Pretty quicklythings 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 exited

Unless I help a pillow tightly over his head

Just your average boy next door

Well they say some day 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 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 romanticsor 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