It's cold and late
I haven't got any hot date
Here comes my number
Hold tight to my purse
Inside it's a bit naughty
"Summer's Savage Romance"
My secret, delicious curse
I hop on and to delight
There's not a crowd tonight
I sit in the back alone
And disclose my whims to public sight
The cover's kind of obscure
No one else can see the turgid words.
Can't be any worse than the by's in front of me
Flipping a vocal bird.
Anyone who looks
May take my squirms however they will
An irritation maybe
at that couple's arguing that has built.
And if perchance they notice the cover
What odds?
The courage to question me
Has wilt
You all giggle
And some might make a fuss
But all the while the way home
I'm having a great time
And your worried I'm reading
Smut on the bus.
(Not my usual but even I have to have a little fun ;) )
