But the ecstasy of dance one by one,
Did something that couldn’t be undone,
Ne’er knew my skirt will rise to a height,
And my landscapes may become so bright,
Ne’er asked anyone to romance with me,
Ne’er asked my skirt to dance with me!
Now walk and fall on my dead cold slips,
With starring your eyes on static hips,
You may kiss a photograph of frozen lips.
Hot was exposed for a moment’s sips,
For living lenses who twinkle for the arts,
For living humans who breath with hearts.
Could feel the impulse of a glance with me!
Ne’er asked my skirt to dance with me!
With your dead lenses you captured it,
You yellow journalist you deserve a shit,
Now go and sell it to the needy media,
Promoters of sensation the greedy mafia,
Not a piece of meat, no, no, never,
In the garbage bin are bones, however,
Not a date with me, not a chance with me,
Ne’er asked my skirt to dance with me!