Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.

-- Leigh Hunt (1784 - 1859)

But I'm at home and I just don't belong
So far away from the garden we love
She is what moves in the soul of a dove
Soon I shall see just how black was my night
When we're alone in her city of light
My woman from Tokyo

...

I turn my camera on
I cut my fingers on the way
I feel me slippin away
I wipe my feelings off
You made me untouchable for life
Yeah and it wasn't polite

You hit me like a tom
I don't know where it's from
It hit me like a tom-tom