The last scene of this love flick Involves a man with stinging eyelids And a giant woman in leather kit Straddling a jet and cracking her whip
Before the film fades to black The man slides some letters to the back Of a vinyl case, to hide its ink On the cover is the woman who’s cracking her whip
The case is packed inside a box The man hides it, with his hurt, up in the loft He pauses for a moment then tries to forget The leather clad woman who’s straddling a jet
A close up shot of the vinyl sleeve The boots, the whip, the plane and cleavage Would really represent what he put inside The image of fun turned into a lie