I have given  to whim but never to you.
Broken promises flawed no mystery to solve care for this clue.
When you pass do they all seem to care my dear.
In a moonlit courtyard can you cast aside want only to mask it in fear.

Take me to heart or simply take me to bed.
Chase the shadows and pillow talk to me everything that flow from
that beautiful empty head.

Walk away and leave me with such a perfect view.
I never knew emptiness until my darling at first I met you.


Keeps me in riddle's lost with her clues.
Torture has never been so sweet muse.

And the price can never justify the ego's drain.
Please just a little bit more sugar would I ever complain.
Lace and stockings sure beats paper cuts and nights alone.
One more round sweetheart some can down play there thrills
but I never found much comfort from a phone.

The party for two beats the one that end's up passed out on the floor.
Why keep it horizontal when we can cling to the rafters or just get up against the door.

Shift my gears without ever popping the clutch .
Wild women and whiskey darling are just part of my DNA call it my emotional crutch.

Bent over the jukebox is a sight from you sugar that truly could inspire the blues .
Wild as the wind so sweet and wrong in everyway  write my epitaph
Here's one last toast to you forever my muse.