On the corner I hear them
From my downy bed
With flirty little pillows
Young bucks and does
Philosophy and lycanthropy
Or maybe it's biology
Drives them to stand and talk
Outside my windows
Too loud to sleep
Too soft to make a scene
So I lie on my old poster bed
So many years alone
Dreaming of young bucks
Seduced by naught but
Flirty pillows