Delicate or Decadent?

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Turnstile spinning at 5:06
Commuter train crowd‘s my only fix
I glide up the walk with heels to toes
Then my central nervous system yields a big “suppose”

First things first, you in the Kate Rambeau glasses
Count on me to keep making those passes
You look first-rate with that business suit on
Like a super-hero before shot from Comic-Con
And by the way…

Are you?
Are you?
Are you delicate or decadent? Diablo woman or Heaven sent?
I need to know should I repent… my drawn-out trail of crude misdeeds for you?
Ran into a man on 8th and vine whose dreams died out in 009
Are you the one to snuff out the lamp on mine?

Suppose I keep on walking towards where I came from
A land with no layoffs and no man‘s a bum
I continue my stroll. I lose my way. Back in synch, maiden exits cafe
A quick jaywalk trot and I‘m right in her face
Her look was the bomb. It took me right to the place
Pouting her pout and looking down at my shoes
Reflecting like solar panels on the Nightly News
She looked up at my eyes and shook her head
All I could say was “Damn, Bela‘s still Dead”
And pardon me…

We sat on a bench with a true man of the world
Overjoyed to be breathin‘ and feedin‘ the squirrels
As for the girl, there‘s unity with me, knows I was her kind and I long to be free
In years gone by, if you booked time travel
Those glossy black lips with her heart would unravel
Our chum on the bench gets a suit, tie and Omega
I want her to know, I‘m no longer a faker
And please tell me…

Are you?
Are you?
Are you delicate or decadent? Diablo woman or heaven sent?
I need to know should I repent… my drawn-out trail of crude misdeeds for you?
Ran into a man on 8th and vine whose dreams died out in 009
It‘s an honor it was you who snuffed out the lamp on mine
A real honor it was you who snuffed out the lamp on mine