Tony appears on the Lizard with the fleeing of day
Reaching his hips out across lonely Mullion streets
Ah! How I want to have confidence! Say: ‘
Now, look here, Girl — are you going for sweet?
No one believes you, Tony, you are anything but meat
Ipso (Lady J) Facto: you’re looking t’get fisherman laid
Enter the world of AB passion and Corrnish heat!
S‘pose, though, you’re looking for more than just pay?’
We're 'ere on the Lizard; 'ere it's NoM's nightie or the hay.