The pearls are so white
Like a ghastly face
She wears them so tight
To her perfumed neck.

I dance with her
To keep her happy
I'm not accustomed to glee
I'm just me.

The night comes close
Like a heart attack
We reach the empire of love
But love is not on my mind.

I want to settle my nerves
With a bottle of whiskey
And a cigarette
She hates these ***** habits.

I'll break bread with her
But I won't fall in love.