All The Lazy Dykes

All the lazy dykes, cross armed at the palms Then legs astride their bikes, indigo burns on their arms One sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be good to yourself And you'll come and join the girls All the lazy dykes, they pity how you live Just somebody's wife, you give, and you give And you give and you give, give and you give And one sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be good to yourself And you'll come and join the girls Touch me, squeeze me, hold me too tightly And when you look at me you actually see me And I've never felt so alive, in the whole of my life In the whole of my life Free yourself, be yourself, come to the palms and see yourself And at last your life begins, at last your life begins At last your life begins, at last your life begins