Damn You

You shouldn’t have gotten a trim,
you shouldn’t have dyed your hair
      in such an intense auburn,
you shouldn’t have worn your shades
      like a hair-band.

You shouldn’t have walked in front of me,
you shouldn’t have held the door for me,
you shouldn’t have let me seen your pale forearm
      and the blond hairs on it
      (you should have remained a blond -
      or a Goth).

You shouldn’t have gone from The Crow to
      The Birdcage,
you shouldn’t have started looking like
      a gender-bender.

You shouldn’t have gotten me started
      lusting after you -

this is all your fault,
damn you.