On a journey from town to town
Trying to avoid but bound to meet this tower of power
Deeply-rooted in the middle of sizzling quakes
Yet standing solo even with Apollo
Hour-glass shaped, toppling far-fetched coca-cola bottle
Swinging yet arousing the dingo of mingling gigolos
Threading gently yet denting the prowess of a Bentley
Melody, an understatement for thee
Ye fair lady of suspense in the dispense
Of inert quartet with intent
Black and never looking back
At the stack of defunct adverse misery
Knock-knock at any hot cock
For an opening is closing on this tower of power
Come harder or Tata