From the recording Family Portraits (Volume 2)

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A piano driven torch song of empathy about being composite on the sexual continuum.

Words and voice: Hendrik "Henk" Kleinsmiede
Music: Siljan Panovski

Lyrics

Wash Your Hands

Part of me likes glitter and sequins
Feathers and boas and things

Part of me likes to drink
In the Queen’s Arms
Pink champagne on cold, cold ice

Your hands smell of semen
You need to clean them
Lock yourself in the closet
Don’t come out
Wash your mouth out with soap
Scrub the stains from your heart

Please understand
I’m in love with John Grant
And the Queen of Denmark

Don’t you know?
Once you’re out
You can never, no never, go back
You can’t
Wash your hands of me


Of course…
Sex is a weapon
I’m in love with a person
Not a gender

Don’t hold out much hope
Of acceptance
When
When your hands smell of soap
Round my neck you place a rope

Please understand
I’m in love with John Grant
And the Queen of Denmark

Don’t you know?
Once you’re out
You can never, no never, go back
You can’t
Wash your hands of me

So…some of us are gay
Some of us straight
Some in between
Me?
I’m apposite
In the middle
Composite
But out of the closet

Please understand
I’m in love with John Grant
And the Queen of Denmark

Don’t you know?
Once you’re out
You can never, no never, go back
You can’t
Wash your hands of me

Please don’t
Wash your hands of me
Wash your hands of me