He tilts rosy sunglasses soon sees me
Raises revs of latest Naserati
We agree to speed to private party
He taps my thigh his tone tends to breezy
His ascent as chef one far off easy
Diners drummed in cream of arty farty
Silver service restaurant evincing hearty
Salmon sautéed neither dry or greasy
Other duvet wraps a drowsy fellow
Brain alive yet limbs immobilized are
Sort of looks a lecher lolling mellow
Queers coccooned are we the parallels jar
Truth to tell Im never really picky
What a sneak to turn to slip a mickey
Chorus picky choosy fussy
