Remember The Yoshinoya in Banning, California When we believed the rain Was machine made?
This was before ropes turned me on Back when MPD-girl tropes Didn’t feel put-on
Before we mistook goodness for leather And brutal spankings And pleasure feathers
I picked you up from lax You spent the whole plane ride planning To a tee The it girl shit You would pull on me
You would wait until a certain freeway exit You weren’t sure which one Your father had taught you improvisation how to make homelessness fun
upon seeing me, you would sing That much was certain Only by singing, could you persuade me into the cage, past the curtain “You sing as if… you’re drowning”
once you had me at that stage you could perform changing your mind on a dime “Take me to the Yoshinoya in Banning California!!!!! Yes yes yes!!!! Don’t answer just drive!!!!! Take me to a sad motel let’s get naked you can ravage me and never speak to me again!!!!! I’ll steal all your money and hitchhike to Florida!!!! Who cares??? Who cares??? Just Take me to the Yoshinoya in banning California and make me into your woman for a week, a month, a year!!!!! Just get me out of Los Angeles , Jimmy , the fuck away from here!!!”
I couldn’t say no Your drop off was my big dread Plus it was the first time in my life I had ever made good bread
And so we went
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