You go down to the pick up station craving warmth and beauty
You settle for less than fascination, a few drinks later you’re not so choosy
When the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you’ve found
Clutching the night to you like a figleaf you hurry to the blackness and the blankets
To lay down an impression, and your loneliness…
Quiet Riot Girl 
Hmm, I thought, as soon as i saw this post’s title: could QRG be referring to the Joni Mitchell song? Sure nuff. Not surprised. 🙂
Love my Joni. But I find her harder to listen to. She is associated with so many significant times in my life they just come flooding back when I hear her opening chords…