His Spare Time
Sirens & Sailors
Is there a clean conscience in this room?
Because I just can't get over the way she grooves
Cheap bright red lipstick and bitter sweet perfume
I'd go through hell for you, and only for you
Just don't put your lips on the collar of this shirt
Pay for pleasure
We that wear ties, lead lives that are full of lies
Everything I ever gave you, was anything that you needed
And whatever I saw in you, was never something I believed in
Diamonds sparkle
It keeps your mouth shut
Why do I pay for pleasure?
My heart pumps lust, not love
This is the diary of a well dressed rich man
