You can look
but you can’t touch
no matter how bad
no matter how much
your desperation
seeps through your pores
this kind of fine
it will never be yours
you talk about worship
and you know how to please
you know that worships what
you do on your knees
you talk about innocence
and sanctity
you seem to think you want to
protect me
but – I make my choices
and live my my code
and what I am
you can never erode
you say that trouble’s
going to rain down on me
I’m better safe
than I am being free
each time you say it
you’re wrong, just like before
now hold you tongue in while I
slutwalk out of your door.