we should put our bedroom in the street
and let the cars drive around us
paint ourselves orange in the morning
ok, I know this is not going to get me laid
but if you were a lady
you would give me a whiff of your scarf
or else slap me in the face with your glove
That’s the strange thing about love
it’s the fond ambiguity
I’ve leaned my last
you will have to do the leaning
but I’ll help you with the cleaning
If you are cold
I’ll meet you on the putting green
have you ever made love on a putting green?
