zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
A wiser man would let it go. A more sober one, too.
Alas.
What is wrong with you, not to take advantage of this easy thing? He's good looking and sweet and clearly into you. Probably a good lay, or an obedient one at least. Bus even as he walks away you know you can't let that happen, because at the end of the day you wouldn't be able to hold on. Not in the way he'd want.
When he comes back with the water it's his hand you grab, staring up at him with the infamous belligerence of the very drunk. "No. Nope. Sit yer butt down, Red. We ain't done." Tugging him in a vaguely chair-like direction, you wait for him to (hopefully) sit down. "We've not talked long enough. 's time t'be real. What're ya hopin's gonna happen if we do kiss? Huh?"
Alas.
What is wrong with you, not to take advantage of this easy thing? He's good looking and sweet and clearly into you. Probably a good lay, or an obedient one at least. Bus even as he walks away you know you can't let that happen, because at the end of the day you wouldn't be able to hold on. Not in the way he'd want.
When he comes back with the water it's his hand you grab, staring up at him with the infamous belligerence of the very drunk. "No. Nope. Sit yer butt down, Red. We ain't done." Tugging him in a vaguely chair-like direction, you wait for him to (hopefully) sit down. "We've not talked long enough. 's time t'be real. What're ya hopin's gonna happen if we do kiss? Huh?"
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
