Do you regret the day you were lured by her scent
Down her alley where you must part with your trousers
The shops ran out of clocks to weep for your descent
Now you'd barter your soul for a pair of boxers
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Would you blame those sweet lips that lead you to the fire
Have your riches burned out by a love sans a heart
See the tables turn, now I'm the bird on a wire
Whose life is colored in a portrait sans the art