Waiting for your taxi. Which taxi never comes. Waiting for your taxi. . Waiting for your taxi. Which taxi never comes. Waiting for your taxi. . Waiting for your taxi.
I come awake. With a gift for womankind. You're still asleep. But the gift don't seem to mind. Rise on this occasion. Halfway up your back. Sliding down your body.
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry. I could be a poet, I wouldn't need to worry. I could be the teacher in a classroom full of scholars. I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs.