My Friends

My friends, my dear friends
 And lovers, oh, my lovers
 I'd leave you for them
 They've got a hand on my back
 Mama has money now and Mama has friends
 She's making rags for some uptown hags
 With their money in bags and
 Why are you so sad?
 Why are you always so sad?
 Why do I not understand?
 Why don't I see what it is you see?
 Why can't I live and just be?
 I'm full of guilt
 I am full of guilt
 You're very tall, you're very handsome
 You have it all, your skin smells like man and I
 Never know how I ached
 You will never know how I ached
 Ever considered the sea?
 I heard you had to be strong
 Why not float around with me?
 It won't take you so long
 You can go where I'm at
 You can hang around with me
 A few good men will go where they ought
 Where they ought not be
 And a few good mothers go for what they
 What they ought not teach
 I long for a touch, a reminder of us, but
 But it must not be
 And a few strong branches over water
 Reach for what they ought not reach
 I hope your mother knows
 Where it is you have been
 I hope your mother knows
 What it is you have seen
 She'd be so proud