So you cried that you’d said br You’d thought that I’d been untrue: br Well, br Maybe your eyes were the overpowering br In the venal pestilence of aphrodisiacs br Of armpits, br And now I can hardly move: br And I’ve finished the bottle, and I’m breaking out br While the traffic moves; br And you are the soft, nose-pierced br Hypocrite with brown br Flowing eyes: br Who are you, with brown flowing eyes br But a woman for every man, br And I cannot move: and I refuse to move for br Just anyone, and you are you but just br Anyone, br While the traffic flows, br And I wait while the tied, ever ready, br Surceases.