¹ Today, we move, again;
past the promiscuous politician
² & the rich man’s house;
past our Crush’s frontage,
³ & the man with a cruel eye for us,
picking our steps, “koi-koi-koi.”
⁴ We offer ourselves as living sacrifices,
(un)holy and acceptable.
⁵ As we move with gums, dying in our mouths,
& skirts, short enough to pass the message,
yet long enough to cover the subject matter,
⁶ Bless our hustle, O Lord!
⁷ That if our beauty lead not men astray,
our bodies may toss them abreast.