The Things She Said
The ride's been bumpy
Some riders funky
And others wonderful
The air is thick
Stares laden
With musky secrets, words
Untold, this trip seems like
It will never end
The crush of bodies sways in the throes
Of the clickety-clack
And if you don't assume the stance,
You're sure to come undone
Excuse me
But I think
This is the point
Where I get off this train
And walk away from this station
Voodoo
PS: Luciano, I know you best for your lustful libiamo ne'lieti calici...it made me fall in love with Opera and with you. You will be missed.