She just sits there, her eyes are on me I shake with temptation, at thoughts of what could be I ought to go home, I don’t want to do wrong I feel a sin coming on
See that smoke ring, well, that’s her halo How high she flies depends on the wine flow I ought to go home, I’ve been here to long I feel a sin coming on
I’ve got another world outside that door A wife and the home and who needs more I ought to go home but my will’s not that strong I feel a sin coming on