Sophia Brigitte and Marilyn

Would I could subdue the thoughts the lustful thoughts of youth,

and then perhaps not think of her in a Basque with stocking tops.

In the doctors surgery reclining upon a couch, with eyes so dark

and crow black hair and painted lips that she would pout.

And Madammselle Brigitte or BB as she was known, with sultry eyes

and sulky lips mon coeur bat pour toi, you belle fille, who I worshiped.

So its goodbye Norma Jeane and the seven year itch, standing over the

subway grating our lives you did enrich.

But to have one more adventure, one more roll of the dice,

one last chance to embrace that feeling, that feeling of

the chase, before I'm lost forever in the shadow of timeless space..........