if you be my jimmy, i can be your grace lee

[drown]

If you be the Marx, I’ll be your Engels, babe.
If you be the plot, I can be your ruse, boom.
union baby I could be your dues.
If I’m in prison baby you’re my tunnel loose.

cause you’re the suffragette, and I’m the new vote.
you are the miles, I could be your blue note, true though.
you are the bloc, and I can be the soviet.
you can be the talk, and I can be the walk.

so put your pretty little hand in mine;
this love is a sure thing.