Number’s high,
and I think that you know why.
Stormy, treasure,
I give not to discuss our pleasure
close to election time.
Do not share
with the press that we were a pair.
Stormy, treasure,
you see is large by any measure.
But please don’t think of it as a bribe…
believe me, not a bribe!

So, just go away, pretend you never met me;
there’s nothing to say—conveniently forget me.
Do not say that I pay for you to abet me.
So we both know they score.

Let’s move on—
Don’t describe me as Don Juan.
Stormy, treasure,
in lieu of discussing pleasure…
it’s near election time.

If you don’t talk about the times we had,
your bank account I am going to pad.
Don’t want fundamentalists to think I’m bad
This big wad of cash I’m givin’ you is a bit more than a tad:
much, much, big bunch.
It’s a treasury for pleasuring me.

Let’s move on—
don’t think of me as a john.
Stormy, treasure,
in lieu of discussing pleasure…
nix on erection time.