Sweet Mother of Jesus look and learn, Macky, my boy. Learn of the woman’s high heels, low neck, short skirt, tight belted waist for the love of Saints Peter and Paul. Hips and tits, and alone on the low-down street. Shilling for the Devil, the Snake in the Grass, the Tempter that can curse every freedom lovin’ man from Dublin to California and all the way around the sweet earth and back again. Take your lager with you, Macky, and we’ ll see where she wanders. See the blessed long legs of her striding through the night. Smell the scent of her swinging holy hair.