• I see this skinny
    punk kid.
    Got hair the color of
    Froot Loops and she's wearin' a T-shirt says "Leave Me Alone."

  • I see this dark-haired actress
    on a Broadway stage. I know her. I see her all the time outside
    the Plymouth Theater, Forty-fifth Stree.

  • I hear...music...
    I see this young woman
    at her aerobics class. She's the only one working out
    in dangling earrings
    and clanking bracelets.

  • An elegant woman.
    Rich type. Fendi bag, looks like. Jewelry.
    Beautiful hands, too. Except the little finger on the
    left hand has no tip.

  • A man whose
    sex urge is still industrial strength,
    without the desire.
    Who misses the disco scene, and
    feels about the disco days what
    hippies must feel about Woodstock.