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 girlsAll 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 girlsTouch me, squeeze me, hold me too tightly
And when you look at me you actually see meAnd I've never felt so alive, in the whole of my life
In the whole of my life