It was Passover when I decided to see Scarlett, that edifice
You noobs might call it Easter but I know it best
I escaped from my wage-slavery and made the exodus
To the land of bountiful manna, that place where I rest
For I'm far more Jacob than John
That fisher of men, he full of passion and zeal
Instead, me getting a name change in order to go on
and I do wrestle with this angel Scarlett, keeping me real
Scarlett is pretty, one reason why I return
Her massage, her tease, the things she does
The questions she asks, her tip she does more than earn
Her smile, her body, yes those lips give me a buzz
She has just the right height, nice blonde hair never in a hurry
Sometimes I'm too slow to reply, too stunned by her beauty
I don't know what's going on, my vision sometimes goes all blurry
Oh wait, never mind, she's grinning, I must be staring at her booty
As usual, my visit was exciting and sexy, so much to discover
Scarlett is focused, caring and consistent
For it will be at least three months before I can recover
These holistic massage wants & needs and Scarlett fulfills them in an instant
For as I limp and hobble my butt out the door, my body spastic
I wonder, has she figured? Does she see? Does Scarlett know it's me?
Because this time, visit three, she seem much too happy
For once I exited, to loudly slam that black back door with glee