Crossing the street, in the most sparkly attire
I see a woman spitting on the shop windows
Singing songs merrily••
Or is it melancholy?--
But she does smile and her white teeth shine
Her lips invite
And her hips sway
And it looks like all the jewels of the world
Have come surrendered on her feet, so white!
But she spits on my face too
When I ask if she would like. . .;
And moves on
Happily.