Men, All Men, Were Always Trying To

The Fathers, If They Got Me Alone, Would Try To Kiss And Fondle Me. I Hated It.

We Knew We Were Talking About Spies. I Knew He Knew I Knew. I Was Digging My Own Grave.

Men, All Men, Were Always Trying To Get Hold Of Me, You Know.

My Mother Used To Go Out On Her Own, And I Used To Have To Keep A Look Out For My Stepfather Coming Home.

As A Little Girl I Used To Daydream About My Real Father Coming On A White Horse To Rescue Me.