Charlotte Street

I was looking for a rhyme for the New York Times
When I sensed I was not alone
She said, "Do you know how to spell audaciously?"
I could tell I was in love
And so I forced a smile contrary to my style
And she looked into my eyes
She said, "Do 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
No, 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
Will you not see
I don't need your sympathy
I won't read your poetry
Oh, bittersweets

I was looking for a rhyme for the New York 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 be leaving Charlotte Street
Though it was never my intention to stay so long
So long