Blind dates are an obnoxious lot
And I think I'm going out of my head.
They know just what to do
With an air of "something".
They beg for love.
They beg for sanity.
But I don't expect anything
For there is somewhere else to go.
It's true that my favorite little sins,
While I travel through an abandoned city,
Have a great deal of influence
At my invitation.
