Oh, the stories I could tell after my time in that mental cell, But now I'm out, feeling swell, no more thoughts of a living hell. Walking down the street, I spot a woman so neat, She had curves in all the right places, a smile so sweet. Roxy Carol was her name, I knew I had to stake my claim, Approached her with confidence, playing this flirtatious game. We hit it off like old friends, our conversation never ends, I planted the seed of desire, and she was quick to comprehend. The chemistry...