Daphne the nympho lived down on the quarter.
Walking the street without law and order.
Up all night gazing at the moon.
Waiting for someone with whom she might swoon.
A contact was made, there in the night,
but Daphne could tell, his intentions weren't right.
Free from his grasp she ran down the alley.
Into the brothel to find Mike O'Malley.
Now Mike he was strong and fiercly protective,
and popped the young man in the face with his forehead.
He picked the lad up by the scruff of the neck.