Clustal

I'm in a large house with many rooms

I ask someone where the toilet is

And they give me directions

I find the room, but it is the living room

Decorated in 1920 style

On a small, but quite high table

Is an old black telephone, this is a toilet

It is completely exposed and there is also no toilet paper

But I am dying to go

So I perched myself precariously on the table

And squat down over the telephone

Lucky, I'm wearing quite a full skirt

So it hides what I'm doing, should anyone come in

I pissed over the phone, and it runs down my legs and soaks my feet

All I have is a tissue and a couple of rags with which to dry myself

And when I finished, I throw them in a bucket beside the table

A boy walks in and takes no notice

I'm working in a large modern office

Traveling up in a lift, someone tries to pinch my bottom

Then a young man with white hair, and dressed completely in white

Puts his arms around me from behind

I push him away and tell him to fuck off

The office sex relations officer notices our argument

And makes us sit down at the table

And air our differences

I feel angry as I realize the man in white is going to get away with it

So I retreat to the toilets to calm down

All the cubicle doors are open

And Charles Manson is placing used tea bag on the toilet seats

He grabs me from behind, but I managed to struggle free

And run downstairs to personnel

I tell the personnel officer, "I don't suppose you can do anything

But Charles Manson is in the ladies' toilets"