Rising & Falling (Cupidity)

He knows quality when he sees it,

And right now he’s looking at me:

Dangling like a chandelier above him,

I’m clutching my very own pearls!

He’s luminant with something other than ecstasy,

I’m smiling ‘cause I’ve never seen anything like him.

Softly: that’s how I fall along the sinews of his chest –

One-two-three like I’m tonguing a diamond,

Four-five-six with my fist full of riches.

And he knows he has something of value,

So I keep myself rare for him.

Shining very secretly over the city and its impurities,

I wait by the phone in my tender white dress.

He’s calling to say that he’s coming to see me,

I’m smiling ‘cause I know what that means.

Here in my bed, he can have me:

One-two-three ‘cause my markets are volatile,

Four-five-six and he’s trading me privately.

Our bodies: they speak the same language,

And we always let them negotiate.

My value appreciates, and appreciates, and appreciates

His rising and falling – such divine fluctuations!

He’s watching as he brings me up to the brim,

And I come trembling back down, diamond-eyes full of him.

Easily: that’s how I’m earning his interest –

One-two-three like I’m a volatile asset,

Four-five-six ‘cause I’m slick where it fits.