I drink the wine …
And then I drink some more
But I will only feel fine
Sipping a courteous whore
I have no time for lies
No time for talk
Before my passion dies
And to other side I walk
I plan to sin, my dear,
Not look into your eyes
What love are you speaking of?
I need a maverick harlot,
This is not the time for a dove
Juts take me to where things are scarlet,
And go look elsewhere for love
