the strange feeling that this, your new surrounding

which will last a year, you see, to rescue

your girlish figure and taste your lust. its a disgusting,

almost dirty, realization to sleep in that bed alone.

I hope you meet mr. president, while rambling

I will be with the spoon and needle.

Is this a sensitive spot or shall I poke somewhere else?

I've got a little bird on gold string tied 'round my finger like a ring.

I'd give her anything because she makes my heart sing.

When she flies back to me I lack nothing,

but this bird has no cage... Fly on little wing.