As I was a walking down Paradise Street
A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.

She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow,
So I took in all sail and cried, "Way enough now."

Way, hey, blow the man down
Blow, blow, blow the man down

Re: I don't have a costume yet, but here's my virtual Cat/Desnuda impression.

I'm not scared but I am aroused... I've missed you, darling...

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid arm of Courtney just inside my chamber door;
    And her eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o’er her streaming throws her shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
            Shall be lifted—by a whore