O Gentleman, O Gentleman

O gentleman, o gentleman! don't fear the work is done. You've held you're own (eyes closed) you definitely won. You succeeded on landing, left the bar exulting You bought the drink and supplied the vessel of your daring. But my heart, my heart, my heart! White sheets spotted red Where on the bed I coldly lie heartbroken, battered, dead. O gentleman, o gentleman, you rise when you hear your cell, The deed is done, you rose and won, but now it loudly trills. Expect no flowers, expect no wreaths, you lady has come a-crowing For you she calls, her beckoning thighs, her eager body yearning. Here lover, handsome man Come lay down your sweet head. Pray was a dream of mine last night Now I'm heartbroken, battered, dead. The gentleman does not answer, he motions me be still. He'll never crave my touch again, no more kisses does he will. He takes this round, his satisfaction done His brazenness meant his object won. Exult you catch with ringing bells But I shall keep my bed Here I shall mourn your lies heartbroken, battered, dead.