I've slept for three years with a woman who's a gangster.

I lived with her three years in the middle of the night and thought she was a regular white collar, and that day a group of black people broke into the door and ordered her to drag people out to feed the fish, and I didn't know she was a black lady, who kept me on the wall and warned me to run, and then broke my leg, and I was her man in the middle of the day, and she was her plaything, and she was pressed to the car, the office, the yacht the last time, and she locked me up with her body and a gun, and she said she couldn't get away from it, and she said she would never get away with it, and the short show would suddenly tear her tenderness and her heart to pieces, and three years of love would suddenly turn into a trap and desire.