The Tommy Page

I work hard to keep ‘em in business
i’m exploited, but i’m soulful
is that an impossible thing?
i’m alias christ child
just call me alias christ child
cuz that’s who i am
that’s who, that’s all we are
alias christ child

a tiny thing
they loved me to death
he threw me in the air
i vomited in his mouth
such a wicked baby
blue eyed blonde, a wicked thing

alias christ child with the sparkle in his eye
what does he know that we don’t get?
but we love him to death
cuz he’s our little alias christ child

i snuck and wore those girly things
secrets a boy will keep
what’s wrong with day dreaming you’re marilyn monroe?
let the boy look at ink spots
tell us what they are
tell us who they are
who they are - alias christ child
cuz i’m alias christ child
cuz i’m alias christ child
cuz i’m alias christ child

i’m a bleeding heart
a kindly soul with flesh that’s soft
i paint my nails and look to the sky
i sing a song and pray for rainbow nights
i skip across the garden and talk to the deer
i hang out nude and write a sonnet
cuz i’m an alias christ child