Promiscuous makes an entrance   Her mouth is full of questions   "Are we all brides to be?"   "Are we all designed to be confined?"      Buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them   Organize our lives and lose the key   Our faces all resemble dying roses   From trying to fix it, trying to fix it, trying to fix it      When instead we should break it   We've got to break it before it breaks us      Fear of pretty houses and their porches   Fear of biological wrist watches   Fear of comparison shopping   Dogs on leashes behind fences barking      Pretty little pillows on floral couches   Until our faces all resemble dying roses   Stop trying to fix it      Patriarch on a Vespa   Runs a red and ends up   Crushed under the wheel