Me An’ Eiffel

I’m calling you from Paris
All the world looks up to me
We’ve come this far
Me an’ Eiffel
Can we get much higher
Make it over the bar
With little fuss
Disgracing

I’m crying out from Paris
In this capital of lust
I feel you push
Me an’ I fall
Through the safety wire
To crash on crazy paving
Sidewalk weeps
Embracing

We’re signalling from Paris
As the world around us turns
Your pearly gaze gives
Me an eyeful
Starry daze we laze
Meanderful
Past towering ambitions
And sky-churning
Lesser thoughts
Enlacing

I’m pushing out from Paris
Don’t know what’s got into me
But the capital gains most
Me an’ I fool
Just about everyone
With phallic fancy
Gallic gall aghast
My big gun thrust
Displacing

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Play for her, guys. Is there really any other reason you’re playing? No! Send her a symphony, throw her a tune, but show her a man who is willing or throbing or braying, just look at their faces - nature will out - without any doubt, and a flick of the wrist is enough to confirm what I’m talking about. Accordian wheezing, the violin sobbing, she’s drifting right by them, she’s passing them by and it’s hurting, it’s robbing them, slaying them, man’s little nature, in pockets of longing, in bulging frustration she’s walking right by them she’s stalking, a sly one, completely oblivious, maybe, she’s hoping for something, she’s sifting and shifting, she’s flying and sighing, so play for her, play for her guys.

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