She asked him if he had a light
I have he said to her delight
And reached into his pocket for the flame
Her strangely dyed unnatural hair
Warned any bold enough to dare
To ask her for her number or her name
She gave his arm a thankful stroke
Then bounced a little as she spoke
I\'ve asked six others none could help me out
My bus is overdue I\'m late
I\'m not quite sure how long he\'ll wait
Forever going by that bone jangling pout
The horror he tried to disguise
By closing up his tell tale eyes
Was felt by every soul for miles around
His hands had done the rounds to find
An emptiness that filled his mind
The promised spark was nowhere to be found
He turns on heels to walk away
The echo from her it\'s ok
Left every nerve end screaming for a guide
His saving grace a local shop
The standard goods for readies swap
She had a smoke while waiting for her ride