Alice, Alice I would have built you a palace A shrine to the divine that could have been mine you came in big with your dress flowery , I confess like a happy big bloom a love sonic boom that I fell immediately for the pechouli smell the big army boots sweet dreadlocks to the roots your child bearing eyes the confident strong yet wise look on your face you would tolerate long and would not bring disgrace to the wonderful place we could go to and sit but my life was so **** did you see my faint heart at the back in the dark of our small grubby shop all the prices I'd drop just for you but I guess that you knew I wouldn't come through three times in a day you headed my way broad smile trying to say "come on! I don't bite!" but I thought that you might so I waved you away now all I can say I won't see a woman like you every day
I can't write this stuff very well. Wistful is tough.