I had my dream I held your hand on that broad avenue
We crossed the road and never spoke to another as we flew
Left your man alone in drag, laughing there at us
A romantic bust, a blundered 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 demons in your pocket
That same romance performed a dance inside a silver locket

Corner exit, not tall enough to walk out standing 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 pretending not to be doing what you want to do
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 there crying who would be brave to argue
Doing what two people need is never on the menu