Sometimes I wonder if it was moral degradation. But on the other hand, the crime wasn’t mine to be committed. I was just a stranger.
Sometimes I wonder if you go home, greeting your wife and kids with and showering them with kisses from the very same lips that moments ago were sucking on my penis for dear life. But on the other hand, I’m afraid of indirect destruction.
Sometimes I wonder it could be a good thing to be encouraged. She could taste me, smell me, and then form me in front of her eyes, finally desert the lies in disguise. Female intuition, that’s what they say? But on the other hand, I always hate to make a woman cry.
Do you go home to kiss your wife and kids
With those lips that buried deep down my hips
At least tonight I am sleeping alone
Wrecking ain’t not the story I told
Do you sleep sound in the bed ready-made
With those loving arms that still holds your fate
At least tonight I can touch myself
Given no destruction card to be dealt.
Do you, do you, do you?