Pale Purple

Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled
 She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot
 Alone in the city infested with faces
 Immune to new friendships
 Interested in places she's never seen
 She says everything is gray here
 And nothing is green
 The girls from down the street
 Sixteen, seventeen years old
 You can smell them getting pregnant
 You can hear their rock and roll
 That's America you have to be tough
 Like a glad trash bag the government's an old nag
 With a good pedigree but pedigree's don't help you and me
 I see the precedent is gray here and nothing is green
 Unless something unforeseen happens
 I'm surrounded by the haves
 They say I can have some too
 Just because of what I do
 Do they think a lot about those who have not
 Or does it just distract them from what they do
 Most of us have gray
 Except for those who can pay for green
 I'm torn, I'm torn, rejecting outfits offered me
 Regretting things I've worn
 When I was still playing roles to fill holes
 In my conception of who I am
 You know, now I understand
 It's not important to be defined
 It's only important to use your time well
 Well, time is something nobody can buy
 And nobody can sell you
 So don't let anybody tell you they have the advantage
 Because all the gray people can say every day
 Doesn't mean anything if your mind is green
 Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled
 She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot
 Alone in the city infested with faces
 Immune to new friendships
 Interested in places she's never seen
 She says everything is gray here
 Otherwise I'd stay here
 But I'm looking for green