I saw her across a crowded room
At a Christmas party in Montreal
Wild nest of blonde hair, an accent and a limp
She was a stranger and she had it all
She saw me at the same moment
She said she was transfixed too
She took me home that night, wouldn’t say no
Said I was one of the few
Who would see the inside of her bedroom
Who would trace the scar from her hip to her knee
Who would be treated to her dance of the veils
And the real Sophie would see
All was as promised, the veils came off
But what Sophie wanted wasn’t love
It was pain, real pain she longed for
Blows raining down from above
All I wanted to do was hold her and stroke her
To quell the bursting in my heart
For I was completely smitten with her
I knew the lines, but couldn’t play the part
I can’t hurt someone I love and trust
I want to protect and adore
But Sophie didn’t respond to adoration
Only to bondage, pain and more
We drove out to the country
Had a picnic in a field
I tried one last time to love her
But she’d lost interest, wouldn’t yield
I haven’t seen Sophie in 35 years
I imagine she’s a successful designer
Or a well-kept wife, a concubine
With a lover who will lovingly harm her
I saw her across a crowded room
At a Christmas party in Montreal
Wild nest of blonde hair, an accent and a limp
he was a stranger and she had it all