Well it's weird that a beast
Of such brutal and toothsome
And crocodile-style ferocity
Should be racing through the city
In a banana-yellow open-topped car
At scandalous velocity
In a banana yellow jacket
And matching miniskirt
She stamps her painted claws on the brake
And looks up at the sky
She greedily spreads her supernatural jaws agape
She says
"Take me down to the place in the city
where the old dead lovers meet
Dressed in our best new incarnations
we'll reunite in passionate impact
on the street."
I'm a fat little puppy
Plump as a pumpkin
And I'm falling from the fifty first floor
I'm lost in a brand new freedom
Flying straight toward your slavering jaws
And my little puppy eyes
Are opening for the very first time
And the very first thing I see
Is approaching at speed
A gaping quivering mouth
That's my true love come for me
She says
"Take me down to the place in the city
where the old dead lovers meet.
Dressed in our best new incarnations
we'll reunite in passionate impact
on the street."
And now the meat and fangs
Of my long dead love
Are but a few falling seconds away
And it's not a fear of some cold freedom
That moves us to each other again
Oh it's the great pull of love
So does it really seem so strange
That gravity should play the gracious host
To our reunion today?