Homme Infidèle
As I pained, As I struggled,
Morning light rising,
Oh! Light!
The sense of accomplishment was grand.
Proud of what, though?
If not to have survived,
Yet another night.
My good friend Debauchery,
Sing a tune!
Like my other pal,
the Nightingale.
Erotic function,
Abstract workings of the appendice,
That has been exhausted to the fullest.
Contortion.
Proud of what? I ask again.
Defiling everything from mere cobblestones
to your lips.
Ah, l'homme infidèle.
Morning light rising,
Oh! Light!
The sense of accomplishment was grand.
Proud of what, though?
If not to have survived,
Yet another night.
My good friend Debauchery,
Sing a tune!
Like my other pal,
the Nightingale.
Erotic function,
Abstract workings of the appendice,
That has been exhausted to the fullest.
Contortion.
Proud of what? I ask again.
Defiling everything from mere cobblestones
to your lips.
Ah, l'homme infidèle.