Before the laughter and the cheer,
Dissolves into his memory,
Taste of vodka on his lips,
And thoughts of murder and doom,
As her eyes appeared to bloom,
He wanted to touch them,
But was afraid she might be taken aback,
Then what would he say?
They walked to the garden in the park,
"Although, I can't sing it now,
Be still, cause some day, baby,
I will sing you a love you song,
Oh, oh, oh
She rolled over and a kiss
When the root of my affection
Is so plain and obvious?
It grew from the overwhelming pleasure
Of just being near you
And now you bring in doubts
And they are smothering our love