She'll go downtown to soaplift
Among the cheeky, merry eyes of the Mexicans
Down in the stalls of the Vietnamese Swap Meet
A cheek inoculation from a gal named Pung
Devices of paper, and swirlies, and sweets
Intricate cork and soap carved designs
She must lift
This time, seven shavenheaded goons chase her
She barely makes the crosstown bus
Oriental curses swirling in the smoke

Perhaps Studio City is the answer
Under the watchful eyes of security cameras
She bumps into the actor Paul Lozenge
Brushes off his vehement advances
Buying pads and pens and erasers and a clock
6 inches in diameter, decorated with fall leaves
Catastrophe! Just at the security guard corner
Her thighs release, and the bars tumble out
That sweet swollen smell in her delicious nostrils
Comforts as the cuffs go on