Testi Soundtracks :: W

MADELAINE

At the bar there's a girl in the shadow

Sitting still like a nun unknown.

Though an attic full of strangers

May hold many hidden dangers

There's a quality I like -

She's alone.



So I pause

And I wink

And I shudder

Just to bring her attention in line

While her pastures may be greener

I can tell by her demeanor

She's mine!



(The girl falls off her chair, dead drunk.)



That's fine:

I need a good-natured, old-fashioned

Lesbian love story

The kind of tale my mama used to tell.

Where the girls were so sweet

And the music would swell

And in the end the queen would send the men off to hell.



What is that mild-mannered, old-fashioned

Lesbian love story

Where people knew exactly who they were?

I want the story of yore

That they don't sing anymore

To an old-fashioned dyke like her.



See that girl on the bed, how she wants me.

She's a bee I could free from the hive.

I would never dare deceive her

She's a very clever beaver

With a quality I like -

She's alive.



So I pause

And I twitch

In the silence

While I pray that she'll play out this hand.

But I feel my intuition

Saying "Notice her position" -

Start the band!



(The girl is embraced by a man.)



She's clearly manned.



I planned a well-rendered, one-gendered

Lesbian love story

With good old-fashioned sex in every line

Where girls with tattoos would whimper and whine

"While on all fours, you show me yours

And I'll show you mine."



I miss that soft-hearted, old-fashioned

Lesbian love story

Where women wrestle bears and passersby.

The kind of story so good

That they won't tell in my 'hood

To an old-fashioned dyke like -



I'm gorgeous

I'm single

I'm bustin' with laughs

So why

Can't I

Be just in two short paragraphs of a

You betcha, damn funny

Lesbian love story

The kind of yarn that turns a girl to mush.

Choose from hundreds of blondes

But when shove comes push

I understand a bird in hand's worth two in the bush.

Sweet Jesus!



Let's hear that old-fashioned

Lesbian love story

Where girls are girls

And boys stay out to sea.

I'll write a new one and then

I'll make them tell it again

To an old-fashioned dyke

Like me!