To my best friend Ray
I have a friend on Lavender Lane
he brought me a doll's porcelain tea-set.
He has a paper scissor-cut brain,
brought his thoughts on a vintage cassette.
My best friend sat me down in a front-room
and held me my girly toys and sneered:
“I plant my games in you, let 'em bloom,
don't you ever grow up, darling fool, cheers!”
Then he wined and dined my dolls with me,
played his uculele and then exited.
Gave a lock to his head with no key,
went sleepwalking to his dim bedsit.
Once I grew older and left my home
but my friend still invites me for tea,
tells me, “I will creep you like a mouse,
but I'm your biggest dream that you see
so, please, always act nice and gentle to me!”