Who told you "You have to be good"? They fed you a lie and you took it But I am no better I'm a liar, too, with a tongue like a serpent Polite and gracious Posture straightens Gathered my friends like they were all marbles rolling around in my palm Corralled in my arms, watchful eye like the stars Didn't know it was harmful I was polite and gracious Posture straightens I'm not your mother, I never was You bit the bullet, but I jumped the gun When I checked your teeth and saw they were fine I started worrying all about mine What does your body want? What does it need? I'm not your mother, I never will be I'm in a field looking up at the wild geese They're flying south--there's one left behind! I try to push the outcome from my mind Who do you love? How do you love them? What do you want? How do you show it? What does your body say? Do you honor it anyway?