Yesterday i was born of a coke-goddess queen A child of the city And tonight as i lie in the arms of a silver clad diva With her hips clutching mine Cradled, i love, amidst the newspapers The television, the noise The lies, the heat that is not hot Yet nearly intolerable And the day that it happened The day that i began to become woman, i cried Where's that poetry gone Cause i think i have lost some sensual sweet Where's my little girl hips? A little innocence on these lips isn't so hard to wipe away Just ask me Now rolling, now rocking, now tick-tocking time away My hands reach for my face but fingers like knives 10 to a set, cut deep and leave me scarred So that my lips pass over her lips yet Feel more and more like the concrete coating all around And i reflect that what i write What i say mirrors the glass all around and what i think Well, that's a product manufactured downtown So i reflect that these hips Now rolling, now rocking Now tick-tocking time away Will one day bear the child of the cold pushing and hard driving city And as the years went by small changes occurred in my face, my body, my love My body has been becoming concrete for years now Where's that poetry gone Cause i think i have lost some sensual sweet Where's my little girl hips? A little innocence on these lips isn't so hard to wipe away Just ask me Now coming home tonight, alone Coming home wandering these streets alone Thinking only words for thought and with words and thoughts I am alone And if you walk my streets, if you say my words If you hold my hips, new to me Will it ever be so clear That it is the buildings that rise and stiffen to seed the sky Spawning the ever growing puddle of sprawl in the ever growing land of filth And that i am my hips I am my hips I am my hips - the bastard child of the city grown