Whether I'm sitting or standing
I feel my brain drain
I'm in desperate need of a vision
Or a wet dream
But, the only fluids that flow here
Are in tanks beneath my feet
Dangerous I know
Good thing I don't smoke
Might help to pull the ladies if I did
Don't see much of what's going on as it is
Even with a transparent view of the street
Lights in the smog
Then she appeared
Pulled up outside
A vision of beauty
She looks for me
I can see
With my x-ray vision
Through her aluminium shell
That she wants me to fill her up
Normally, I would jump at the chance
But, right now
I'm running on fumes
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