I love your girlfriends, I love your punk rock
I love your big tits, I love your sidewalks
I love your Ginsberg, I love your Rimbaud
I love your faggots, I love your bimbos
I love your group pics, I love your tourists
I love your jazz fans, I love your purists
I love your hookups, I love your breakups
I fix your fuckups, I fix your makeup
I love your rhinestones, I love your long hauls
I love your truck stops, I love your strip malls
I love your Lana in the Marina
I love your Harvey, I love your Trina
I love your sick sins, I love your sweating
I love your Vegas low-budget weddings
I love your prom dress, I love your Ringwald
I love your bathrooms, I love the big stalls
I love your butches, I love your hot pants
I love your hard-ons, I love your Rorschachs
I love your thoughtcrime, I love your headphones
I love your canyons, I love your deadzones
I love your gentry, I love your raza
I love your Monty’s, I love your Masa
I love your Fairfax, I love your Hillhurst —
City of Angels, I love you headfirst
(To girls on Broadway in leather jackets:
I love your braces with purple brackets
I want to kiss you and taste the rubber
I want to come home and be your lover)
If I were lost now, it’s you I’d look for
As you keep changing, I’ll learn to love more.