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