I would dance all the way to Brum
I would spin on stilettos at your door
I would fly in on humming birds wings
Tear off your clothes the better to see you
Naked muscles rippling, six pack glistening
With the trickling sweat of your urgency.
If I was seventeen instead of seventy
I would dance naked in the street
And the neighbours would be glad
I would be a love Goddess looking for human lovers
I would choose you above all others
Because you would worship at my feet
If I was seventeen and not seventy.