Blunderbuss

I had my dream, I held your hand on that broad avenue

We crossed the road and never spoke to another as we flew

We left your man alone in drag, laughin' there at us

A romantic bust, a blunder turned explosive blunderbuss

An ancient grand hotel of Persian thread and ivory

And when your man would turn his head, I'd see you look at me

Pools of brown and sea of red an' demons in your pocket

That same romance performed a dance inside a silver locket

Corner exit, not tall enough to walk out standin' straight

Designed by men so ladies would have to lean back in their gait

You grabbed my arm and left with me but you were not allowed to

You took me to a public place to quietly blend into

Such a trick pretendin' not to be doin' what you want to

But seems like everybody does this every waking moment

I laid you down and touched you like the two of us both needed

Safe to say that others might not approve of this and pleaded

"So selfish, them" would be their cry and who'd be brave to argue

Doin' what two people need is never on the menu