i once had a man, or should i say, he once had me?
he showed me his room, isn't it good? virginian woods
he asked me to stay and he told me to sit anywhere
so i looked around and i noticed there wasn't a chair
(only a bed from the 18th century!)
i knelt on his rug, biding my time, kissing his lips
we talked and we talked
and then he said: "it's time for bed"
he told me he worked a great deal and started to panic
i told him: "it's fine, we all do", but he hasn't listening
and when i woke i was alone, the bird had flown
so i lit a fire, and candles, and incense, isn't it good?
virginian woods
