i was looking for a rhyme for the new york timeswhen i sensed i was not aloneshe said d'you know how to spell audacio
uslyi could tell i was in luckand so i forced a smile contrary to my styleand she looked into my eyesshe said d'you want to
go heavenor would you rather not be savedhere comes my traini'm on my way, will you not seei don't need your sympathyi wo
n't read your poetry, oh sweetness pleaseso she took me back to her basement flatwhich was down on charlotte streetthough it
was never my intentionwe were not intense, not least becausewell if you must just take then i'm a piece of cakethat is what
she said to meand so i gave myself to her charitywell at least that's how it seemedhere comes my traini'm on my way, what
got into mei don't need your sympathyi won't read your poetry, oh bittersweetsi was looking for a rhyme for the new times wh
en i was distractedyes those were precious times together that we wastednow i'm working hard for my union cardi must be leav
ing charlotte streetthough it was never my intention to stay so longso long