Escapade

I know I tripped on the first step upstairs.
I still think you should let me in, yes please.
Those pesky Amsterdam stairs tricked me
But I am not the first one you try to let in.

On the bike ride over, the tramlines did try
To force me to the ground, flipping the front
But I am no amateur, you could and can see
I know the ropes and the maneuvers

I know you need some more proof to believe
I’ll tell you the bus number, how I get home safe
Even though I will take an uber when needed
Be assured, my bike is locked to the water’s railing

This might be a one night stand situation
But I will not hurt your heart by complaining
I expect the sex to be great, and your chivalry
And I promise I will leave quietly when expected
So where can I hang my coat?
And I would love a drink.