Jimmy Had Long Hair

Jimmy had long hair 
And my daddy, who wasn't afraid 
Of anybody, 
Was scared of him 

Jimmy loved rock and roll, 
Screaming guitars and alcohol, 
Played bass guitar and trumpet, 
Wrote me songs and poems 

Jimmy was a musician, 
A hard-core condition, 
I remember one Halloween, 
He dressed up like Gene Simmons 
From the rock band “Kiss”, 
—I liked to kiss Jimmy, 
Run my fingers through his hair, 
Feel his tongue squirm around mine 
With his trumpeter lips vibrating 

Jimmy was older than me, 
Much more experienced, 
Daddy would have built a fence around me, 
But I would have climbed over it 
Just to be with Jimmy 

Daddy grew eyes in the back of his head, 
Every time Jimmy and I sat in the den 
Pretending to watch TV, 
His hand on my knee, 
And daddy forgetting his magazine, 
Then his glasses or anything 
So he could re-enter the room 

Jimmy liked to squeeze my boobs 
When no one was looking, 
I felt sneaky, and let him fondle 
The new-found woman in me, 
And in exchange, he'd put my hand 
On the bulge of his blue jeans, 
And I'd squeeze him back 

Daddy would have had a heart attack 
If he'd known, I was responsible 
For Jimmy's bone rising, 
And my hormones were soaring 

Jimmy and I were exploring 
All the bases, one by one, 
He was patient, loving me, 
And I was coming around, toward home plate, 
Daddy hated Jimmy 

It took a year and half before I gave in, 
Before I gave Jimmy my virginity, 
And turned into a woman 
In the back of a borrowed Chevy Van, 
The night the band played 
Kiss songs and we drank beer 

I snuck home, spent hours looking in the mirror, 
Making sure Daddy wouldn't see 
What I gave Jimmy the night before, 
That I loved another man, —not necessarily more, 
Just differently than Daddy, 
Jimmy had long