If cruising ships pass by
Take the next one and say goodbye
If you think we scratch the surface
Don't go as deep as my vinyl shelf
I suspect that
Women have two tragedies
One finding love
And the other is losing respect
If I vilify my records
Will it satisfy your soul
Sinner or saint
I have no past or future
Only the present is recorded
Leave the windows shuttered
As I see the stars from the gutter
Leave with the wine
The vinyl will remind me
Of what was no longer mine