The Comfort of My Home

Would you like me any less
if you knew I wore a dress
in the comfort of my home,
with the shades drawn down low?

If I spent my weekends stoned
talking on the phone
with someone I paid to say those things,
would your opinion of me change?

Does it matter how I play?
Does it matter how I pray?
Or if I don't pray at all?

Does it matter wht I read?
Does it matter what I believe?
Or if I don't believe anything at all?

If you're peeking through my blinds
don't be surprised what you might find
in the comfort of my home,
where all I ask is to be left alone.