By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word. By the by, I put on women's clothing, and hang around in bars.
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
By the by, I put on women's clothing, and hang around in bars.
Could it be...oh, no!