At the harlequin press I met a girl in a blue wool dress Her manuscript in hand Confused and unprepared I offered to help I know an editor here I know him well She gave me her proof and I took it home It was a promising Total mess I helped her submit We cut there And added this I quickly fell in love My friend rejected it outright Not enough sex And too much talking Right then she cut me off A year had passed She showed up at my door She rewrote the book And handed it over She replaced the songbirds With pornographers, The love scenes With brutal murders