She just sits there, her eyes are on me
And I shake with temptation, just knowing what could be
I ought to go home, I've been here too long
I feel a sin coming home
See that smoke green, that's her haze
How high she flies depends on the wine flow
I ought to go home, I don't want to do wrong
I feel a sin coming home
See that smoke green, that's her haze
I feel a sin coming home
I've got another world outside that door
A wife and a home, and who needs more?
I ought to go home
Oh, my will's not that strong
I feel a sin coming home
I feel a sin coming home
I feel a sin coming home
you
