I don't want to ride. The milk train anymore. I'll go to bed at nine. And waken with the dawn. Have lunch at half passed noon. Dinner prompt at five. The comfort of a few old friends.
This house is like Russia. With eyes cold and grey. You got me moving in a circle. I dyed my hair red today. I just want a little passion. To hold me in the dark.
I gave a party. I said you could come. You showed up at your door. with all your leathers on. I said This must be wrong. It can't be right. How can you make love to me.