Charlotte Street

I was lookin' for a rhyme for the New York Times

When I was sensed I was not alone

She said "You know how to spell 'Audaciously'?"

I could tell I was in luck

And so I forced a smile contrary to my style

And she looked into my eyes

She said "Do you want to go to Heaven?

Or would you rather not be saved?"

Here comes my train

I'm on my way

Will you not see

I don't need your sympathy

I won't read your poetry, oh sweetness please

So she took me back to her basement flat

Which was down on Charlotte Street

Though it was never my intention

No, we were not intense, not least because

"Well if you must just take, then I'm a piece of cake"

That is what she said to me

And so I gave myself to her charity

Well at least, that's how it seemed

Here comes my train

I'm on my way

What got into me?

I don't need your sympathy

I won't read your poetry, oh bittersweet

I was lookin' for a rhyme for the New York Times

When I was distracted

Yes, those were precious times together that we wasted

And now I'm workin' hard for my union card

I must be leavin' Charlotte Street

Though it was never my intention to stay so long

So long