(High-Class Love For My Low-Skirt Maintenance)

that was a flash of the leg for the Nation
i never thought i'd be that kind of nationalist girl
who'd lose her skirt to her city by the
subway that seems back and forth but really goes in circles
with the only X's to make
been from eighteen-year-old me just trying to escape a too busy street
i never planned for three to line up so nice and neat but i
can see that that could be what they want
i beg the next time it's a more singular audience
so that this Low-Skirt Darling with the stitching at her knees
won't become a High-Class Anything with
fake snow falling at her feet