They were two strangers each alone
Two sorry souls in Gotham City
A place as cold and hard as stone
Without compassion, love, or pity
But on the Internet one night
They were both reaching out for something
A little comfort or respite
Or some distraction in the night
Lord only knows but they found one thing
They would find Instant Passion
Never was there a couple so unique
They would find Instant Passion
So begins the tale of Michael and Monique
Their emails dancing back and forth
Twinkling connections out in cyberspace
Until they both agreed to meet
And Michael stumbled out to find her place
And from the phone booth down the block
He dialed the number she had given him
And from her window near the top
She spied this lanky man, let him in
He climbed the stairs to her abode
And when he laid his eyes upon her
He saw a woman there so lush
He felt a quick hormonal rush
And then he knew he was a goner
He felt an Instant Passion
Falling under her spell and her mystique
And she felt Instant Passion
A feeling so strong for Michael and Monique
How can we blame them?
How can we chide them
For trying to quell such a fire burning inside them?
But while rounding a couple of bases
With strong carnal intent
Michael found he and Monique
Sported the same equipment
And six months later here they are
An outdoor cafe down on Bleecker Street
Sharing a whiskey and cigar
Two men too much in love to be discreet
And as for Michael, rest assured
No disappointment is detectable
He's found when human beings conjoin
In matters of the heart or groin
It's advantageous to be flexible
So here's to Instant Passion
Here's to reveling in brand-new vistas and erotic cycles
Three cheers for Instant Passion
If you're stuck in a grind
Try a nice open mind
Maybe one day you'll find
Instant love like Monique and his Michael