Oh my dear
How sweet are your convincing whispers
I, why hesitate, will never miss the ball
Especially now that I am the host, with men
More wine please, I will alter
And I will never leave until its none

Oh my dear
We will both go to the hinter
Never minding when the spell is worn
As long as I know it's not a well
But always praying it be far yonder
My dear, indeed you are my sleep