Too smart teenage girl: clubbing a school night

First I had no power
and then it came along.
Whilst I waited with my poverty
and borrowed others songs.

Now I choose the music,
the tempo, key and beat.
With just a brush against you
I can turn on or off the heat.

It's a tactical operation,
there'll be bodies along the way.
At night I'm so much brighter than
I'm told I am by day.

I'm the whispered luscious secret
the promised and forbidden fruit.
You think you're older, wiser,
for an evening you'll suit.

You kid yourself into thinking
that it's you who picked me out.
Amongst the rows of tits and teeth,
the hems, the flesh that pouts.

But really sweety, darling, stud
although I've but half your years
My bedposts are whittled so very thin
they're a raft on the sea of a tear.

But I rarely cry these days,
I find I've not the need.
Long before the public waking,
I take my private leave.

Sometimes it carries over,
last nights power, score and win.
But the day erodes my halo
and I've misspent the wage of sin.

I wear too little,  live too much,
still I'm firm I'm fresh I'm young.
But with that timeless, coldest knife
I'll slit anything more than fun.

I'll cut of all your contact,
my phone will ring and  ring.
Your drinks and money bought you a dance,
but you shall never hear me sing.

I do my singing on the inside,
it's where I'm pure and clean.
and If I ever let someone inside,
they'll see exactly what I mean.