(to be sung in the manner of a streetwise musical from the late sixties, complete with strangely sleek, man-made fabric clothing...)

i'm thankful for the clothes we wear
and for the ribbons in our hair
the dress we made to dance all night
and when the cops broke up our fight

i'm thankful for the lives we lead
when we remember rocks don't bleed
and when the leaves fall on the ground
we sing and dance go round and round...
(pause thoughtfully before continuing with a faster tempo)

i'm thankful for the time we share
and all the curls found in your hair
and all the things i can't recall
but truth be told my thanks is fal-
se
(lights down, deep bow, wait for applause...)