My body is a temple, a
brokedown palace to worship in
And I feel the heaviness of heaven
when you touch the place beneath the skin

My body is a garden, a path with
gates flung open to anyone
Beautifully numb to the pain of touch
A flower withered in yellow sun

My body is a work of art, on display
before the eyes that try to strip me bare
And your kiss is sucking life from me
but i still wrap my fingers around your hair

My body is mine, but not to own-
to give away without discretion or consent
My heart's open wide, but so are my legs,
baby, i'm just a fucking girl for rent.

(2002)