I don my hood of leather, black I grasp her hair, she claws my back And as if by God, to end our bliss Wouldn't you know, I need to piss "I'll be right back!", I cried with a fright And tripped on a chair, as I dashed through the night "Last door on the left!", she called out to me Her directions to where I should take my pee - - - My business now done, I began to blush Would it break the spell, should she hear me flush? I glanced in the mirror, my hood served me well For blushing or not, no one could tell Now back down the hall, into a fleshy obstruction My blood ran cold thinking, "Could this hulk be her husband?" I groped at the mass that stood in my way A necktie, A BADGE! And I wept as I prayed He lifted me up, and I felt myself quiver As he let out a roar, like a bear with a sliver He threw me back down, and I crashed with a 'thunk' He screamed, "I'll kick yer ass, you perverted punk!" - - - I got out alive, but don't ask me how And I sit here reflecting upon it all now The moral to all this ridiculous slop: You'd do best to stay home, if her husband's a cop!