Woman, strapped

sixpence
and I'll be a man
on his way to london
flowering fields
strewn with straw bodies
all on my road

sixpence
and i'd be a belly-dancer
loving my body moves
delighting my blood
in over my head
all on my road

woudn't you give me a sixpence
buy a dream off me
so I could go
get off this stranger's road
see the yellow bricks of the sun
follow the stem of my breath
All on my own road.