I am a pretty bad lover
But the moon is even worse a spy
Still, it does discover
That tiny spot beneath your eye
And it points it out
Better than I ever could
Its hands, they mock my own
For try as I would
They just don't seem soft enough
To touch your skin and keep it clean
So I'll leave it to the spy above
To spot the spots that should not be seen
And I'll stick to your lips beneath this silver cover
And I'll be near fearless and just as shy
For I'm a pretty bad lover
But the moon is even worse a spy