"I want to go staggering & flailing my way through the bars and back rooms, through the gleaming hotels & weedy lots of abandoned sunflowers & the parks where dogs are let off their leashes in spite of the signs, where they sniff each other & roll together in the grass, I want to lie down somewhere & suffer for love until it nearly kills me, & then I want to get up again & put on that little black dress & wait for you, yes you, to come over here & get down on your knees & tell me just how fucking good I look."