yes, you always looked better to me.
neat clothes and pretty features,
cleanliness not found in hetero boys.
yes, mulberry satin always looked good on you.
silver stilettos and dark mauve lipstick,
i could have been jealous of you
the way the dress clung to you
the way i would have clung to you
if you had been wearing me instead.
in fact, everything looks good on you.
every colour,
every cut,
every cloth,
even in your old high school gym shorts,
you still look as beautiful as confident as sexy as powerful
as you always will.
but i like you better when
you pretend you're a woman.
i wish you would wear vinyl
and make me wear it too,
when we were together,
if we were together.
i've broken a fingernail
and my hair is not tidy at all;
what else would you expect with wind and rain and hail and snow
but i don't care the way you do
because i'm too busy watching you
too busy watching you
too busy watching your boyfriend
and i wishing you were mine.
