Your red lips once were rubies
I would dig out from the depths
And treasure and for those pursuing such love
Have never seen the redness of a blushing cheek

When women come and go
I know that time is on the edge of escape
Sometimes it frees itself from ticking clocks
Sometimes it flies and never comes back

Women aren't time, but the time I spend with them
Digging out the best of them always stays
Nothing remains, but anger and resentment
I wish I could have 'em all