On the corner I hear them From my downy bed With flirty little pillows Young bucks and does Philosophy and lycanthropy Or maybe it's biology Drives them to stand and talk Outside my windows Too loud to sleep Too soft to make a scene So I lie on my old poster bed So many years alone Dreaming of young bucks Seduced by naught but Flirty pillows
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