Those nights when I lost consciousness Embracing wayward women who Would soon be somewhere else are blessed Among the things I chose to do. I don't repent my so-called sins, The hours spent on wine stained sheets, Long nights and mornings that transcend Departures & ****** up defeats, Still set my tongue on paradise, Yeah you got yours & I got mine, & fools rush in right past the wise-- But oh how those dark evenings shine. I'd go through hell and back again To taste those lips, spring wide those shins.