Waiting On the Stop Sign to Turn Green

"When men are old they remember all the women they could have had."

I was just sitting there
engaged in a thousand-mile stare
waiting on the stop sign to turn green
Then I saw the prettiest woman I've ever seen
crossing the street in front of my car
the kind you might meet in an uptown bar
I rolled down my window and asked for her number
She said, "Why?" and I said I wanted to invite her to my party and said with a smile, "It's a slumber."
She looked me dead in the eye and said, "I don't like the taste of semen.
I knew right then and there that she was not a mere woman, but rather a demon.
I said, "It's just as well, you she-devil go back to hell
and live by your fire
I'll find someone else to quench my desire
Our conversation now complete
I turned my attention to my unsympathetic wife sitting in the passenger seat
She said, "The line of cars behind you is growing longer
And the anger of the drivers is getting stronger
As you well know
It's past time for us to go.
So, even though the stop sign was still red
I pulled through the intersection and homeward I sped
Soon I arrived,
and parked in the drive
I went inside to rest my head
And as I lay in my freshly made king-size bed
My mind was frantically racing and my head was spinning
I knew in the fight for consciousness that sleep would soon be winning
And I closed my eyes knowing I should be happy, but instead I chose sad
Then slowly drifted off to sleep dreaming of all the women I've never had.