And on a good day, I'd lay myself beside her
With all the lust I have left
For the sake of all the lust inside her.
She had no make-up on, oh, I checked
My young fingers wandered hard on that lovely face
Oh, my friends, she made me touch everywhere possible
Yet, nothing in me shined.
She told about her two little daughters
And the outcomes of being a single mother
I sat there and listened
And I admired.
She didn't look like she gave birth three months ago
Actually, she was the finest lady there.
As a matter of fact, one of the finest I've ever met.
She said: "I don't wanna fuck you,
You know that, right?"
I only smiled and let that slide
Before she spread her thighs a little and put my hand on her leg.
"What are you doing later on tonight?" she asked
"I'd kill a man to do you, but I can't tonight." I answered.
"How come? Are you not a man?" she said.
"Oh, darling, not tonight. But if you let me kiss
Your unholy lips, I might sleep tight." I whispered to her ear.
"Only a man can kiss me, and you don't act like one." she said.
Her lust grew as she hit the booze
Mine was never there.
She gave up on me that night
And I went home by shank's mare.
I could kill a man that night
To hold her and play with her hair.
For I long to love a woman
And days go by with despair.
I'm afraid to die malt-worm on a cold night
Oh, how I wish I died in her arms that night.
