Becoming a Nun Lyrics

On cold days it's easy
To buttom the mouth against kisses,
To dust the breasts with talcum,
Forget the red of the heart.

Becoming a nun

One those days the heart beats,
Beats like a digital clock-
Chilly as green neon,
Luminous in the dark.

I think I can live without it----
Lovewith its pumping blood,
Sex with its messy hungers,
Men with tjeir peacock strut.

Becoming a nun

I'm zipped into my body suit,
I'm wearing seven league suede boots,
I'm marching over cobblestones
Like heads of men I have known.