I know it must seem to you like the strangest thing to say,
but in the winter of his presence I've always felt warm and safe.
I always knew no skirt no suit would ever bother me,
as long as he is present, as long as this man stayed close to me.

I do like his company, I enjoy it, in fact,
he's the only human friend that I ever had,
which is quite ironic, 'cause he's mostly occupied
by the methods that exist to blow out people's lights ...

If I, one day, might also decide to need
this special kind of service that this man provides,
oh, I will pray that my fate kindly agrees to the plot,
and sends someone like this man to come and finish the job.
Because I just cannot bear the foul and blasphemous thought
that involves getting slain by some filthy amateur's hands