(message to a friend)
You may have sex with hundreds of people
But it will not fill your heart with joy
And when all is said and done
Your heart will still be empty
And you will lit up another cigarette
And time is passing
And death is coming
And the GEMS of life are just
Slipping through your fingers
You may have sex with hundreds of people
But it will not fill your heart with joy
And when all is said and done
Your heart will still be empty
And you will lit up another cigarette
And time is passing
And death is coming
And the GEMS of life are just
Slipping through your fingers
