You shy no longer
From the angel light surrounding
Die in his sonnet
Go and break your heart upon it
It's hollow
Your sex reminds you
Go and intercept the call
Of the blonde seated behind you
Don't look now, she might find you
Crying to Séan Barna
Would you like another drink, my dear?
Something to grease the wheels between us?
I got a good feeling about tonight, babe
This is music for making babies to
