Harmony laden lyrical acoustic rhythmic soulBetween Abstraction and RepresentationYou don’t know which way to standIs the light favorable?Or is black now passeI guess it’s all debatableI’m trailing in your scentYou’re LA then New YorkGhosting like the Zephyr TrainMaking sure you walk the walkYou’re caught there in between abstraction and representationThey watch you in between abstraction and representationThough you deny you seek to impressIt’s other women for whom you get dressedIn and out of the closet you floatStrapping and weave – girdle and hoseDelaunay or Cassatt?Hey honey bring it all backHome . . . I could be jealously madSeeing all that attention you grabBut bedroom’s night is painting your curvesAnd only I will get to observe