[03:00.06]Is it a Belly of Muscles
[03:05.77]I see shaping underneath that turtleneck?
[03:13.83]I never ever dreamt having the rusty trunk of a car against my Backside...
[03:27.59]That's poison for my piles,
[03:30.89]the street is glimmering,
[03:33.77]'cause it had rained all night.
[03:41.13]Please, do not think that I don't appreciate
[03:46.57]your generous Offer of a Ride...
[03:52.20]home.
[03:56.21]I am curious now,
[03:59.33]how many pirouettes can a straight Man like you spin,
[04:09.52]until his Compass-points all begin to blur,
[04:15.80]and his Needle finally gives in?
[04:23.40]Am I expected now to do my best and try to catch you when you fall?
[04:36.81]But you're a heavy Guy
[04:40.64]and like this we'll only end up lying on the floor.
[04:52.67]Look, what the Rain has done,
[04:56.29]snow-white has scattered her Mirrors like petals on the Ground.
[05:06.65]Do I sense a one-eyed Serpend
[05:10.71]rising slowly now from behind this old thundering Cloud?
[05:20.32]Was it a trick of the Evening-star,
[05:24.75]or had I been blinded by the passing lights,(you're blind)
[05:34.17]Could it be that I really saw myself reflected in his green-grey Eyes?
[05:51.23]It's hard to waltz precissely
[05:54.64]when his towering stature casts its Shadow all over me.
[06:03.76]But since he's leading now (anyway),
[06:09.53]I might just as well step onto his feet...