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The Dirty Path of Truth
By Ian G. Clifton
December 17th, 2002
I slick up my hair
But I don't care
If it looks like it should
Or if it even looks good
I put on a nice shirt
One without any dirt
I put on some nice pants
The girls don't stand a chance
They wink at me and wiggle their rear
Rejection is their only fear
But I just pass on by
They can only begin to guess why
Does my heart have a reserve sign?
Are those girls over the line?
Were their bodies not good enough,
Or don't I care about that stuff?
I hear their whispers, see their stares
Watch them fix their few loose hairs
Pull up that skirt, make it tight
Watch me pass out of sight
Your sloppy make-up, your fancy clothes
You wasted your money, or so I suppose
Your fancy shoes with heels too tall
The higher you are the more it hurts when you fall
As I pass the stores, walking down the street
The more I'm the one they want to meet
I don't wave; I don't nod; I don't even smile
Still I hold their interest for a while
"Why's he dressed nice not looking at me?
Doesn't he know what he wants to see?"
I hear their whispers, know their thought
They don't know I can't be caught
A girl grabs me around the waist
She wants me to turn all happy-faced
I simply slide out of her reach
Just another lesson that I teach
I know she doesn't get it, doesn't understand
She looks on wanting to hold my hand
My time I will not give away
She hopes to see me another day
I dive in the mud, get wet with a hose
Ruin my hair, ruin my clothes
It feels so good to be free
Of the image that was not me
Lookin' like a bum, feelin' like a king
I walk down the streets and start to sing
My voice isn't good, but my songs are smart
I pull them straight out of my heart
The girls they scoff; the girls they veer
It's my image they don't wanna be near
Curl your lips; show your disgust
It's okay; I don't want your lust
I walk the streets to the end of town
Then I just turn around
It's my heart you cannot sap
I'll just walk another lap
Still the girls run and hide
I guess they cannot see inside
But look, what is that?
One single girl approaches like a cat
She is cautious, looking around
But she likes what she has found
Slowly she begins to sing with me
She was scared but now she's free
She dives in the mud, gets wet with a hose
Ruins her hair, ruins her clothes
We walk around this whole scene
I am king; she is queen
So my friends, look inside
Leave everything open, nothing to hide
The other way could lead to some fun
But this way will lead to someone