In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.