story of the perfume salesman
I am a musician by night, by day I am a perfume salesman. Everyday I catch a train out to the suburbs and sell expensive perfume to young housewifes and old ladies.
When I get work from home I scrub all the high notes out of my clothes and skin, the base notes hang around for days. They come with me to venues, the sleep in bed with me, and whaft into my dreams, filling them with the notes of perfume, once filled with music.
A perfume salesman, could be unfaithful, his wife would never know never could she smell the forergien sent under the orgy of smells on her jacket.
