Caressing bent up to the jug again

With sheaths and pills

Invading all those stills

In a hovel of a bed

I will scream in vain

Oh please miss Lane

Leave me with some pain

Went walking through this city's neon lights

In fear of disguising my warping seathing

Pressure lines and graceless heirs

Intangible of price

Trying so hard to find what? What was right

I came upon your room it stuck into my head

We leapt into the bed degrading even lice

You took delight in taking down

All my shielded pride

Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down some avenue of sin

Too cheap to ride they're worth a try

If only for the old times cold times

Don't go waving your pretentious love

He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues

Girating through some lonesome devils row

Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey

Of walking money checks posessing holes

He often sleekly offers his services

Exploitation of his finer years

Work with loosely woven fabrics

Of lonely office clerks

Any lay suffices his dollar green eye