One Thousand One Nights

[Verse 1] Met her through a personal ad Back of the Times-Picayune This is ‘81/’82 I was nervous tongue tied She played it cool Eyes the size of Olympic pools Still waters simple jewels Conversation wanders/I took my cues Sipped wine with imagined sophistication Stormed the castle Swam the moat A moments hesitation Then took the pussy like a slaver boat I left to make a sale [Interlude] Yes, I think you may omit the details of the seduction, they're never very enlivening: just describe the event itself [Verse 2] She stayed in bed Soon as I returned crooked a finger Spread those legs I gave her head/no need for reciprocal She can’t suck dick worth shit The scale is digital Olivia Newton John/urging me to get physical But I ain't have the heart A squirter/floods biblical/the sea parts Post-coital/cherry glows She asks me what I’m thinking I’m wondering what she knows Draw is no joke/start to doze But she gots to have it 40 acres and a mule/I’m outta practice Played myself/Mars Blackmon Sackcloth & ashes Victory has a thousand fathers Defeat is a bastard/in the group home Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe With the roof gone David Copperfield shit/Wuthering Heights She had me working all night/union job I got time and a half Praise be to Allah Ignored the fact that her stories dont add up Like Scheherazade