i was looking for a rhyme for the new york times  when i sensed i was not alone  she said d'you know how to spell audaciously  i could tell i was in luck  and so i forced a smile contrary to my style  and she looked into my eyes  she said d'you want to go heaven  or would you rather not be saved  here comes my train  i'm on my way, will you not see  i don't need your sympathy  i won't read your poetry, oh sweetness please  so she took me back to her basement flat  which was down on charlotte street  though it was never my intention  we were not intense, not least because  well if you must just take then i'm a piece of cake  that is what she said to me  and so i gave myself to her charity  well at least that's how it seemed  here comes my train  i'm on my way, what got into me  i don't need your sympathy  i won't read your poetry, oh bittersweets  i was looking for a rhyme for the new times when i was distracted  yes those were precious times together that we wasted  now i'm working hard for my union card  i must believe in charlotte street  though it was never my intention to stay so long  so long