On my own head

I was well warned of the consequences of letting go of my defenses
Told time and time and time again the importance of ones own good name.
Instructed in the cold damnation of a damaged reputation.
Informed that it was social death to dance all night take drugs, have sex
Be seen out with dishevelled hair and ladders in my stockings
My skirt too short, my heels too high and I should not be looking
Into passing cars that slow to let me by,
Or dawdling past the building sites returning whistles with a smile.
I never never never should play with the gypsies in the wood
And say" no no I'll not abide" when boys asked me to come outside
Such conduct would be unbecoming, my downfall quite deserved
So I should keep away from men, but no one mentioned girls.
I tried so hard to tow the line, I tried to guard my honour
But I'm just a girl who can't say no, who can't resist an offer
of a good time, the promise of a thrill
I just say yes, I just love sex, I hope I always will
And the wicked little slut I was, has grown into a woman
That wayward wanton jailbait child whose parents shook their heads
Stayed out all night just running wild, who wouldn't cross her legs
Matured into a goddess who knows exactly what she needs
Exactly how to get it. I now do what I please.
My good intentions as they were, were trampled and I was not deterred
And all the lectures only served to make me love those naughty girls
Who smoked behind the bike sheds and didn't make their beds
Who drank cider at the boys school in their lunch breaks, and instead
Of doing homework, put on lipstick in their rooms
Read dirty stories secretly,I hoped to be one soon.
Because I knew that the alternative was not a way that I could live
I knew I would enjoy life best engaged in pleasures of the flesh.
So on my death bed I'll remember all the magic all the splendour
The many joyous escapades, the lucky encounters I have made.
The one night stands, the flings, romances
The random snogs the beds the bogs
The alleys and the living rooms
The underwear, the food we ate and of course all of the tunes that made
The sountrack to my my own erotic movies
My pornographic lifestyle choice
It's a work of art and I'm a tart I wear the name with pride
A slut like me should never be ashamed or have to hide
Behind convention be bound by social mores
Because it's no ones fucking buisiness what goes on behind closed doors
And no ones going to tell me what I can and can't explore
No small minds will keep from me the expanses of my liberty
No petty rules will take control of limiting my heart my soul
My sexual freedom is the cause and obviously so is yours
That sets off a chain reaction ,repression is a rope that binds , a most unsightly fashion
For underneath the norms that lie are hidden agendas, quelled desires
Fuel that feeds the fire of our oppression, our demise.The owning of our senses and the domination of our minds
So I just might reclaim the night, adourning it with fairy lights
With Mirrors silks and lots of toys bring dirty girls and nasty boys
Hot hot women horny men, anyone who wants to play and then
Wearing lipstick and red fuck me shoes we'll celebrate our lives and use
All our favorite party tricks to get our rocks off get our kicks
Get hot, get high, get off our heads on the revolution in our beds.