Tall, Dark Stranger

You will meet a tall, dark stranger
Not like in all the old shows
And movies, with Audrey Hepburns
Or Marilyn Monroes

You will meet a tall, dark stranger
Not like the horoscopes say
In a time of desperation
Your mental noose, his words will fray

You will meet a tall, dark stranger
He'll be courteous and polite
He'll get to know you and, when you least expect it,
He'll invite you out one night

You say yes to this tall, dark stranger
He will take you to his home
You meet his chauffeur and his servants
But realise he lives alone

You take pity on the stranger,
Knowing all he wants is love.
Four glasses of red wine later,
He escorts you up above.

Climbing stairs, your mind is reeling
Senses blaring: touching, feeling
You ask for him to stop when
You realise you're underneath him

That is when you sense frustration
He's not accustomed to your world
His hands let go but his eyes say no
He doesn't fear the wrath of girls

And you'll know that you're in danger
When frustration turns to anger
Tall, dark stranger; now acquainted
Fickle friends until the end

You will meet a tall, dark stranger
His bony hands will grasp your arm
And lead you with him out of this life
Where you'll be safe from all harm