In
Paris,
I had
A
Place
To
Go,
And
Took
The
Busy
Metro.
Standing
There,
I became
Aware
Someone
Had
Put
Their
Hand
On
My
Ass.
Not
About
To
Let
This
Pass,
I stepped
Back
And
With
My
Boot,
Gaily
Crushed
The
Foot
Of
This
Creep.
No
One
Behind
Me
Made
A
Peep.
On
We
Went,
And
I didn’t
Relent
Until
We
Reached
My
Stop.
Paris
In
The
Spring
Was
Just
The
Thing,
I had
A
Ball,
And
Still
Recall
My
Triumph
On
The
Ride
To
Saint
Lazare,
In
A
Crowded
Subway
Car.