Waiting on easy street
A brown stone where writers meet
Waiting so indiscreet
My sugar to feel her teeth
I guess all she is
My mistress interpretation
Sick of your tricks
So get your kicks off my frustration
Your penguin suit is very cute
But I swear I can't remember
Dispute with a nude
Prostitute who smells like ember
And I don't know
I don't know
If you're the one
That taught me so
And I don't know
The words by heart
But it sure makes sense
Ever since that we took part
Now all the hard faces I've come
With tears that are all from laughter
It won't take long before they get what they're after
Balthazar
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