It is freakish, it is
strange
It is alarming, sometimes charming
It is a lottery, a game of chance
And sometimes depressing
I often want to forget
But not to be forgotten
To be thought of fondly
And not to be rotten
I want to excite
In fantasies and dreams
To warm ageing minds
And lift dormant cocks
I want to be on your lips
And on your tongue
I want to be whispered
And to know it was fun
Because that makes it so much better
It is alarming, sometimes charming
It is a lottery, a game of chance
And sometimes depressing
I often want to forget
But not to be forgotten
To be thought of fondly
And not to be rotten
I want to excite
In fantasies and dreams
To warm ageing minds
And lift dormant cocks
I want to be on your lips
And on your tongue
I want to be whispered
And to know it was fun
Because that makes it so much better