Beer and Bacon

When you see a woman riding the air
Well, you see a woman playing with fire,
A woman made of storm and desire
And she loves the whole damn zoo.
But you can be sure, whatever I do,
That I need my beer and bacon too.

I wake every night at 4 A.M.
And I tell my dreams to the man who is there,
Dreams of animals not like him—
A woman who rides on fire and air
Loves to dream with the whole damn zoo.
But I need my beer and bacon too.

My dreams ride out from the highest wire
Bodies like bubbles of color down there,
The feel of people of flesh and fire
Streaming toward me along the air—
But I make it clear, whatever I do,
That I need my beer and bacon too.

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