in a coffee shop in a city
  which is every coffee shop
  in every city
  on a day which is every day
  i pick up a magazine
  which is every magazine
  and read a story then forgot it right away
    they say goldfish got no memory
  i guess their lives are much like mine
  the little plastic castle
  is a surprise every time
  it's hard to say if they are happy
  when they don't seem much to mind
    from the shape of your shaved head
  i recognized your silhoutte
  as you stepped in out of the sun and sat down
  your sleepy smile eclipsed everyone else in the room
  as they paused to snear at the girls from out of town
    i said, "Baby, look at you this morning
  you are so way the fucking cutest
  be careful getting cofee
  i think these people want to shoot us
  i think there's some kind of competition here
    to see who can be the rudest
    people talk about my image
  like i come in two dimensions
  like lipstick is a sign of my decling mind
  like what i happen to be wearing the day
  that someone takes my picture
  is my new statement for all womankind
    i wish they could see us now
  in leather bras and rubber shorts
  like some ridiculous team uniform
  for some ridculous new sport
  quick someone call the girl police
  and file a report
  
  in a coffe shop in a city
  which is every coffee shop
  in every city
  on a day which is every day