Madame:
My compliments, and I must say
You were right to warn against the sway
Coz what you have I cannot stave-
You\'re a freight train baby, a tidal wave.
She\'s motion, and I\'m heavy.
While I\'m guessing, she\'s steady.
As want and need are now asunder,
If she\'s lightning, then I\'m thunder.
She says:
\"The backseat; there\'s nothing better.\"
She takes me, and I let her.
By the lion\'s eyes of her lovely face
Bloom shames thrust with each embrace.
I\'ve fallen, and she\'s wasted.
She\'s jonesin, I taste it.
Like wildflowers in her layered hair,
Or the splash of Vodka in her ginger ale.
Vapor form, or lifted ash.
and bought from Ferguson\'s secret stash.
For a tete-a-tete I shall remember.
She takes me, and I let her.
Now across the point of no return
Comes fires forth forever burn,
And marks this moment to the grave.
You\'re a freight train baby, a tidal wave.