That girl offered me some happy. I said, “Got all that I can use.

When the pushing came to shoving, She was gonna blow a fuse.

I was in the bowels of the Bowery. A place I knew too well.

Where when your words are flowery. There many a wise man fell.

My baby, my Queen Jemma, she showed up just in time.

She sussed out my dilemma. Said, “Asking ain’t no crime.

There is going and there’s coming, and someone’s gotta go.

Took the offer off the table. Where she went, don’t need to know.

There are offers and refusals, there are yes’s and some no’s.

Not everything is good or bad, its just sometimes how it goes.