Ma femme I love you. My femme I own your time and your love. My femme I own you. I funny hun? And I have no home. My femme I ummm. And then I saw a thousand hippos dancing at the Royal Albert Hall. They danced bossa nova rhythms like the phantoms from the southern worlds. One of the lady hippos came and whisper I’ll turn you into a [bad word]  Save your lives wake me up from my thoughts they’re supposed to be nice but they’re out of control. Feathers ladies. Why a distinctive young whatever. Lovely eyes you’ve got.