Brautigan and bar fly I am not the girl next door. I am bar fly. I am honky tonk, speakeasy, dive bar, ale house. I am the antithesis Of comfort, kitchen, home and wife. I am erotica, fantasy, excitement, egomania. I walk in And everyman longs for me. Long legs, long hair tight jeans, high heels. Not me, not mine only their own imaginings beglamoured. I am the poor man's rich girl The rich man's dirty secret. The sad man's happiness The old man's youth. I am the cowboy's city girl The city fellow's naiad I am trouble. I am hearbreak. Belle de nuit wet dream. Deep down he, that everyman, knows This cannot belong to you. I belong to everyone But not In the way you want. I am only passing through.