I walk a crooked street and I’ve walked a crooked mile
With a crooked little twist to my crooked little smile.
I watch them as they watch me, the switching of my hips,
I watch them as they watch me, the movements of my lips.
They reel and buck upon the line I cast into the water,
They reel and buck beneath me, the once unspoiled daughter.
To draw them in and cast them back, a laugh to tease the sky,
To draw them in and cast them back, just one more wanting guy.
Where is the one who challenges me, who throws the gauntlet down,
Where is the one who forces me to yield to him the crown.
Where are all the worthy ones who dare to try and catch,
Where are all the ones who dare to lift the rusty latch,
And sneak into my bedroom, my home, my life, my mind,
To bend my will, to meet me in the circle as my kind.
Do any men exist who are immune to the snare
Of a woman willing and eager to be forcefully stripped bare?
For if they are a worthy foe to take me to the ground
They must toil to make me yield, else I will not be bound…
