My wires keep a rapid pace
They separate your face from a crowded space
A looking mirror breaks
as salacious sounds escape
My heart awakes in a moment near you
. . . holding a Cinderella shoe
yet the festive night is through
There’s nothing left to do but be alone
If only there was a waiting telephone
ready with an answer to a ring
. . . a girlish voice in sing
It must be my childish dream to push your swing
high into moonlight beams
This affection is an awkward green
. . . blooms with vibrant colors
my last lover had not seen
On the passenger’s side
It feels like a Cadillac ride
. . . sunroof top
. . . foot on the peddle
. . . racing and settling beyond all the traffic
My wires keep a rapid pace
They separate your face from a crowded space
A looking mirror breaks
as salacious sounds escape
My heart awakes in a moment near you.