Bus Stop

Met her waiting at a bus-stop,
In a grubby little town,
I was standing right beside her,
While she looked me up and down,
And she said "Mister...
Mister have you got a light?"
So I reached into my pocket,
And I said "Yes, I think I might."

When I lit up her cigarette,
A smile cracked across her face,
She asked "What brings you to this dump?
Man, you look so out of place,"
And I said "Business...
Business of a certain kind,
And there's custom to be had here,
At least that's what I always find."

All at once she looked uneasy,
Guess I may have freaked her out,
And then when she squared up to me,
There was little room for doubt,
And she said "Listen...
Listen carefully to me,
I ain't buying what you're selling,
So I suggest you leave me be."

Let me tell you I'm no monster,
I am simply a disease,
A cellular anomaly,
That takes life by degrees,
And I said "One day...
One day you will know we've met,
And you'll curse my name forever,
Hope you enjoy that cigarette."

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