The play was mediocre Sir
I seem to have other things on my mind
And I see about half way through
You stiffened up in kind
Had there not been such a crowd of people there
I might have bent over to ask upon my aware
If your stiffness could have been over come with a little care
From this tender hand of mine
A little mass...manipulation
For a little manual provocation
For a little certain appreciation
To relieve your attention for a time
At least until you were laid in bed
With a warm kiss for your head
Till your ready to slip into the dreams of mine
For a nightly taste together
Of the temptation there is to find