Sex in the city Oh she's so pretty! Or maybe not.
Sex in the city Fun day and night Disregarding what's right Exalting ourselves and being trite Full of bitterness and spite Going to bed angry Uttering unkind words Before we turn off the light Never saying goodnight Nor endeavoring To reconcile, make wrongs right.
Sex in the city It's all about me! Get over one guy Get under the next Never mind my soul's vexed.
Because as for me I'm too coy and shy To look myself in the eye Be brutally honest about me My inner pain and tendency To live in self-denial Run from self reflection Deal with intense rejection Don't confront me! That just leads to projection As I push my pain on you Self-righteously accuse you Of what I'm going through! Lest I be shaken and awaken Knowing not what to do About me, myself, and I God forbid lest I cry Be confronted and cleansed From my gross darkness and sin Relationally it seems I'll never win So I talk trash, give some spin Try to forget about him He who hurt me He who abandoned me He who never enabled me To unconditionally love me So I hurry and look for another To hold, talk tenderly, and affirm Meanwhile without this I squirm Writhe and wiggle like a worm Waiting to again feel wonderful Happy, whole, and full But as for now I'm empty as can be Losing my heart Giving away my body Enjoying sex in the city.