Uncle Wonderful - Janis Ian

My lips are cold.

My heart is flame

My hips are old.

My kiss is pain

My father took me one too many times

No mother I’ll be to any of his kind

For kindness is the flesh on flesh

They call me «Crazy»

'Cause there’s no one else to blame

Crazy, full of fantasies and shame

So I’m crazy as a bedbug in June?

What’s a girl to do?

What’s a girl to do?

My eyes invite the calloused mind

My thighs excite like newly-ripened wine

I take their lust and I swallow fast

They rape the dust of my body’s past

For passion is the time after time

They call me «Hey, baby!»

And spill their naked seed

«Hey baby, don’t you save a little bit for me?»

So I’m savior and mother to the breed?

What’s a girl to be

What’s a girl to be

Those little girls with their tongues on fire

That child’s world full of innocent desire

I never touch them but to photograph the dream

Those lonely children never feel alone with me

For loneliness is mother to my need

They call me «Uncle wonderful»

Uncle wonderful…

The wonder’s in the splendor of their youth

What’s a girl to do?

What’s a girl to do?

I lock you in just to shut you out

No love begins, there’s no love to doubt

I offer life without pain or need

I murdered mine, and I threw away the key

Now I’ve forgotten how to breath

They call me «Normal»

Normal…

I am the institution of private destiny

I offer a solution — anesthesia’s ecstasy

They call me free