This is disco, baby
You are going where?
Do I look like a person who would know?
My tail is on fire and so is my tongue
I dipped the latter one in a secret of some sort
It burned a little and what did I gain?
I forgot the damned secret
Now, what kind of crap is that?
I don't know
Therefore, I saw locking myself into a closet for two weeks as the only option
What a wild experience it was
What wild thoughts I had
Something about parrots
Something about a vile headache and cold sweat pushing through
Something about caring about something or someone
Something that reminded me about mango fruits, about monkeys chasing each other
I tried desperately to write a book about this experience
"The closet for dummies", or something of such
What was the question again?
Oh, I see
Not sure, but I would dare to guide you down the street that you see over there
I believe that you can find the bay of souls somewhere behind the curve, ma'am

And so they departed
Passed each other by and never met again