One Nite Alone

In a pale blue spotlite

A figure spins around a voice calls out to you

"Baby...do you like the sound?"

The undulating acrobat ready to do your bidding says

"Come, you must let me dress you

But first I must do a fitting

Do you like fast? Or do you like it slow?"

I know it's better if we make it up as we go

And oh, by the way tell me now what's your name?

I'll let it sweeten my tongue just once

And never speak it again

Since this is our little secret

Untarnished memory in a pale blue spotlite

Let me hear you scream, if you are ready for

One nite alone... with me