We ain't square, boygirlchild
we ain't dealing with right angles here
we're this way and
that,
diagonal & shorterlongerneverthesamesize, dig?
You're adoorbell & I'm a
toqueheaded-bandagecovered-scarpainted romantic
I say we skedaddle, man,
blow this popsicle stand, baby,
light up at your place, or maybe
mine; either way we'll be able to write right
and fly high
Can you dig that groovy jive?
We'll be burned into the floor &
surrounded in chalk,
we'll be traced & detailed,
and lookit these shapes, babe;
we ain't square
we ain't geometric
we ain't anything
identifiable.