It was my own fault as I was wearing a flimsy dress

I had a feeling that I was being followed by a black

The bus station was always busy

It would offer me sanctuary

How mistaken I was as it was quite sparse

The black made no attempt at subtlety

He was just looking at my bare legs

And then I saw you a brilliant soldier in white

By now the black was sitting next to me

He was beginning to unbutton my dress

I was petrified as I knew what lay ahead

And then the black fell dead

It was all over in an instant

I looked around the lonely bus station

The bay areas were totally empty

When I returned to my apartment I took a flower bath

As I needed to be absolved of any guilt

It was then I found an official letter

A Stay with My Aunt order with a rural address

It seems that they were cleaning up the city once more