What People Do For Fun
The games that we played when we were small
Doctor, house, war, we knew them all
Soldiers for boys, barbies for girls
Pretending to be grown-ups in a grown-up world
Imaginations took us into outer space
As threats of the street lamps quickened our pace
Wordless chanting, "Eenie-meenie-meinie-moe"
If he hollered then we had to let him go
What people do for fun
The scent of a man he slaps on his face
She puts perfume everywhere- just in case
Shaking her hips, flashing her thighs
He takes it in with his bedroom eyes
Communication happens out on the floor
They dance until two, fuck until four
Smoke in bed, while outside it rains
They don't think they'll see each other again
What people do for fun
I am using you
Am I amusing you?
Dad in the basement shoots off his gun
The war was the only time he had some fun
Big bands are best, of that they are sure
She thinks of her wedding, being happy and poor
Hockey and soaps, their only escape
He shoots, he scores, someone was raped
Remember the children when they were small
Doctor, house, war, they played them all
What people do for fun
I am using you
Am I amusing you?
Autor(es): Martha Johnson
