I'm sick of all the things my money can buy
Your long damp hair, your dreamy eyes
If we're all free to live a last time,
I'd off and cage me to the ripe rye

Broken bones and frozen limbs,
My little problem's just begun
To solve you, sadly beautiful,
Free to go, and go and love
Exposed in depth to fields of lust

Wreck loathing lungs
Inhale the length of you
Your full ivory ******* valiantly read :
Light me up, again and again
Light me up like a cigarette
Inhale. Exhale. Light me up,
Exhale the satisfaction

A taunting drag
A wayward distraction

Sooner than we know
Warm dew blossoms
Imbue the night of
Frailty rapture

Arching backs
Gliding hands
Swaying hips
Bending knees

Porcelain ashtray placed beside the bed
Preserve the words left to be fled

Cenicero, mi cenicero
Tu corazon, mi cenicero
You were alone before we met
No more forlorn than one could get
How sinister and how correct

Through foggy haze
I ruminate and sigh,
I'm sick of all the things my money can buy .