Neath the stars at bazaars, often I've had to caress men.
Five or ten dollars, then, I collect from all those yes-men.
Don't be sad, I must add, that they meant no more than chessmen.
Darling, can't you see, t'was for charity?
Though these lips have made slips, they were never really serious.
Who'd have thought I'd be caught in a state that's so delirious?
I could cry salty tears.
Where have I been all these years?
Listen, you, tell me, do, how long has this been going on?
What a kick! How I buzz!
Boy, you click like no one does.
Listen, sweet, I repeat, how long has this been going on?
Dear, when in your arms I creep, that divine rendezvous.
You don't wake me if I'm asleep.
Let me dream that it's true.
Kiss me once, kiss me twice, then once more.
That makes thrice. Come on, let's make it four.
What a break, for heaven's sake.
How long has this been going on?
What a break, for heaven's sake.
How long has this been going on?