as I’ve walked through this life in these womanly curves
I’ve struggled to step safely, not killin’ my verve
since sheltered pubescence my hips have been bewitching
looks naughty and nice, or that set my nerves twitching
this power in my saunter I very soon learned
embodied in me, creates fires that burned
me, carrying unwieldy burdens spelled
responsibilities for self and others melded
been living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
been living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
keep living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
keep living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
all the messages given about how to use these
curves that entice and disturb, don’t tease!
scramble a girl’s sense of right and wrong
looking for clues in the words of a song
if my power is so contoured, why is it reported
whorish to wield, prudish to control, distorted
if I prance in a moment of joyful exuberance
it’s my fault if you employ your misguided protuberance
been living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
been living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
keep living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
keep living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
decades later I may dare to enjoy
magic manifest when my sway I employ
I see how you watch, savor the show
deep down in my heart, I always will know
the risks I run when I roll these hips
read the lust on your silent lips
while I keep on with my walking
you may do more than talking
been living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
been living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
been living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax
been living all my life, looking through a virgin’s parallax