It was the song of the summer
and you were my summer
So it in turn is your song.

Now the summer is over
and fittingly we are too
gone as quickly as it came

Confusion is the name of the game
and we're both players
although you seem to know the rules.

Maybe I was stupid and careless
but you let me touch your hair
and that was the message I received.

Can it all trickle away as fast as water?
or are you the all knowing and I the student?
Teach me who I need to be.

My notebook is where I tell you.
Everything.

If only my voice was a little bit deeper
Oh, the opportuities I would have
If my ovaries in turn were in a sack
Or if my chest were flat and hairy
Oh, how my livllihood would improve
Doubting my work would be justified
And I wouldn't have to prove a thing.
If I were taller and more athletic
I would never be alone.
Women would beg for the chance
To be my night time visitor
And no one would call me loose.
If only these few things were different
Oh, the world I could create.