Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me, said the Pygmy And The Whore
desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain
Little man, his youth a fountain
Overdrafted and still counting
Vernacular, verbose an attempt at getting close to where he came from
In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars
Proposition, deal Flying button feel Testicle testing
Wallet ever bulging Dressed to the left, divulging the wrinkles of his years
Wedding bell induced fears
Shedding bell end tears in the pocket of her resistance
International assistance flowing generous and full to his never ready tool
Pulls his eyes over her wool
And he shudders as he comes
And my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone Road