I'm going to tell you a story
Of a disconsolate widow
Who was fading her beauty
While she was dying of anxiety
Dressed in black she entered the subway,
Above the shoulder looked at me
I slid my hand to her hand
And she very flirtatious responded:
Calm my anxiety of long years
And fill me the gap that he left
Well sure... you will... oh! much better
We left the subway immediately
But it couldn't be at his house
What would all the neighbors say,
Seeing a man get on at ten o'clock
I take in the dark down the street
And in a doorway he hugged me
Looking for something between my legs,
When he found it he shuddered
Calms my long-standing anxiety
And fill the gap that he left
Well, surely... you will... oh! much better
Calms my anxiety...