the house that Jack Kerouac built

You and I together, with nothing showing at all,
In a darkened cinema, Ill give you pleasure in the stalls.
Want to give you tenderness, and my affection too.
If its through clenched teeth, thats what you driven me to
I want us to be lovers
I want us to be friends
Want it like; its the living end.
Keep me away from her.
With your kittens. on the patchwork quilt,
Oh no, what am I doing here, in the house Jack Kerouac built.
Theres white magic, and bad rocknroll,
Your friend there says, hes the gatekeeper to my soul.
The velvet curtains
The Chinese bell
With friends like these; youre damned as well.
Keep me away from her.
Shake off your despondency, and your country girl act.
You are reading me poetry, thats Irish, and so black.
I know youre warm, the warmest person alive,
But are you warm, deep down inside?
I want us to be lovers
I want us to be friends
Want it like; the world crumbles and then it ends.
Keep me away from her.
Baby, Im lonely.
Youre on the road with a bad crowd.