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