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.
Copyright © Anna Makoujy | Year Posted 2010
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