Always Keep a Black Dress Handy

As night grows closer And the days get cooler You'll hover inside of your hermit shell. Then one night inside of a hall We'll pass each other by. You'll speak too fast for your lips And your skin will scorch the sun. As you try to take back what you've Been meaning to say I compensate with one word, "Ditto." And your head is sudden in spin. We'll leave the floor to get some air Outside these hollow walls. You'll take me to your winded car Where ashes fall below the stars like Crippled men with strengthened arms From keeping up with women. I'd tell you not to fear my touch And slide your hand unto my skin. Let me know when you'll begin. I'll always keep my black dress handy.