I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin. You can take the truthful things you've said to me. And put them on the head of a pin. Poor Napoleon. You always look so disappointed when I take my stockings off. Don't you know the facts of life boy. Don't you know what these things cost. She was selling stolen kisses to travelling salesmen and minstrel singers. You put a penny in the slot. She called you her Magic Fingers. Poor Napoleon. I bet she isn't all that's advertised. I bet that isn't all she fakes. Just like that place where they take your spine. And turn it into soapflakes. so good night little school boy you'd better learn some self control. did you mess up your hairstyle pour scorn in your begging bowl. Bare wires from the socket to the bed where you embraced that girl. Did you ever think there's far too many people in the world?. One day they'll probably make a movie out of all of this. There won't even have to be a murder just a slow dissolving kiss.