Eames is down on her knees
Begging Bobby please
His latest amore
Has 4 on the floor, eh?
And it seems she wants to borrow the keys.
He heard her promise she would
Tune it up real good
(She meant the car but a glance
At the crotch of his pants
Suggests parts of him have misunderstood).
Now Bobby's ears are beet red
His MIND knows what she said
Their relationship is wrecked
There goes her respect!
Any second he'll be striken quite dead!
But his thoughts have not the power
For like yeast impregnated flour
No matter how hard he tries
It..um.. continues to rise
So now he prays for a very cold shower.
What IS to be done?
Apologize or just run?
The silence makes him uneasy
His stomach grows queasy
Should he offer to eat his own gun?
Then before he can speak
His knees become weak
Almost faint from surprise -
Is that a hand on his thigh?
Bravely, he hazards a peek.
What the hell? He'd have bet
Eames would be quite upset
But 'stead of impending doom
Her soft laugh fills the room
He may survive this experience yet.
He's feeling queerer and queerer
As her intentions grow clearer
Unexpected? perhaps
But Bobby's no need for maps
When her fingers move delightfully nearer.
The Porsche's lure is dismissed -
He'd be a fool to resist
Though he has longed since forever
To be embraced by soft leather
Seems he prefers the firm grip of Eames' fist.