Bound Feet & Feathered

The safety behind bars and in motorcycle sidecars
Keeps me asleep all night, deep alright
So I’m not frightened by the dark
My ears tucked in my pillow hear not the wind blow
I’m a passenger, a prisoner
The will is not my own
And when the customs officer asks if I’ve anything to declare
I keep my mouth shut, so no one will mess with me
The theater in nightclubs from Kabukicho to Las Vegas
Shine the brightest stages, keep the tightest cages
Swap the playbills for girls
Bound feet and feathered, high-heeled and hornd
They do the can-can to the salariman
Kowtowd and scorned
And when the customs officer asks if I’ve anything to declare
I keep my mouth shut, so no one will mess with me
I hem my pants the appropriate length
So there’ll be less chance of me tripping in the street
Or of tracking mud from my soiled cuff on to my neighbor’s rug
Among other stuff, their pristine white sheets
I knock on their door, once one has gone to work
And I slip in, dip in to my neighbor’s wet purse
And when the customs officer asks if I’ve anything to declare
I keep my mouth shut, so no one will mess with me
The safety behind bars and in motorcycle sidecars
Keeps me asleep all night, deep alright
So I’m not frightened by the dark
My ears tucked in my pillow hear not the wind blow
I’m a passenger, a prisoner
The will is not my own
And when the customs officer asks if I’ve anything to declare
I keep my mouth shut, so no one will mess with me