*** is meant for marriage
yet many escape through vice with *******
a married man seeks more then the real thing by having a fling
there are lines being driven in the sand
hearts are purged in the under garb of vice
escapism through the portal of lust
paying no attention to in God we trust
like an old car they rust
being carried away by sin, self & Satan
shadows block the full view of there sight
they feel they could sin cause that's there right
like a caged rat hidden in a tiny hole
who could stop this madness

it's just a fantasy it's not the real thing
sometimes a fantasy is all you need
hearts are torn and some that bleed
people do as they so please
cause the girl is such a tease
knock you to you knees
as busy as a bee
a temptation that quickly comes and then it goes
just like ******* goes up your nose
a temporal high but the ramifications is devastating
now what are you waiting for
go do what you have to do
having bitten off far more then you could ever chew
yet this is nothing new its all been done before
remember ther famed Studio 64
the socialites would party like never before
many were kicking in back with a two bit *****
screaming for more