Once slept with a black-haired lad   Went up his apartment   Pretty quickly, things turned bad   Passion wasn´t his department   Too busy shoving poppers up his nose   To notice me   Took a chance with another   Frolicking in bed   But he couldn´t get exited   Unless I help a pillow tightly over his head   Just your average boy next door   Well they say some day prince will come   Not holding my breath anymore   You gotta kiss some frogs   You´ve heard that one before   Now i´ve kissed a lot of frogs   Am I better off than I was before   Sitting here alone chapped lips   I´ve never been a slut   Though i´ve slept with more than a few   Maybe that´s something that   I could aspire to   There´s a lotta people in this town   Who never seem to come to grips with   How they feel from the waist down   Well i´ve been reading the personals   There seems to be two kinds   Helpless romantics, or guys with   Absolutely nothing on their minds   But the endless bump and grind   Living in a fishbowl   Here at the edge of the world   You can´t go west forever   Or you´ll hit ocean bottom   Looking up from the golden gate   I can´t see east of the berkeley hills   But some people wanna live in north dakota   Maybe you can go far in fargo