Monica sighed rolled on to her side   She was so impressed that she just surrendered      She was moved by his wheels she was just up from wales   He was fueled by her coals and he was coming to catch her      Lose the sense of time nail down the blinds   And in the succulent dark there's a sense of ending      Joking aside the mechanical bride   Has fallen prey to the great pretender      Let me just point out discreetly though you never learn   All those tawdry late night weepies I could make you weep more cheaply      As the empty moon enamels Monica with spoons and candles   Bangs around without the light on furniture to get it right on      Settled in a homely fish pool hung with little eels   Often thinks that travel widens stay at home, the trout obliges      Monica sighed rolled on to her side   She was so impressed that she just surrendered