Are you so far that I cannot touch you
Or is that I just want to
Is it the desire that robs me of the power of my brain?
Or is it the paranoia or the unbearable pain?
Baby oh baby
My mind searches for words to describe your beauty
And the way in which you walk and your gaiety
As the clock runs down, so does my vocabulary.
Don’t think that I have consumed the golden drink
That always makes me madly think
Madly think that you are a Chinese mink.
How could I ever doubt that everyone will fall in love
It’s getting warm
Still I don’t feel like removing my glove
I’m with my love, in my lair
Who when walks out into the open air
Oh I swear
That heart-piercing stare
That pair
Of legs
Which only I can dare
To touch
But only that much.
Do not think I’m inebriated thus rating you only physically
But these are the thoughts overrated by the devil mentally.
The anticlimax
The climax
Are unseen as ever before
As your love comes to the fore
But if I would be drunk
You would not be one but four
My god you know how well I can write
If I sit tight
And think right, but I am failing,
Or is it my sight?
Maybe I am a little high
Sigh! I feel so light I could fly
Oh God give me the strength
To keep those men at arm’s length
From this lass who
Makes me love her as much as you!!
Only one more bottle I can see
Just saw four, but that was quite before
There are people who cannot afford
This curvy being, with a golden filling
Hell! How those men must feel ill-fated
Let me see….am I intoxicated?
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