Lust of the libertinesIs really quite tameIt rages quiet nigh here beside youAnd your lust for fameWell fames such a sinister gameI knowIt could all end this way thenSome things won’t be the sameI’m just a face and a name on a pageWell I’ll be soundly sleepingI’ll be soundly sleepingI’ll sleep right through that ageWell I can deal with all the blood on my shoesAnd the holes in my soulMy spirit is tainted all my tears are faintedJust as long as youYou don’t forget toUh-oh-ohCut me on the wallBy the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn’t sayShove me up the wallOh my darling was the kind of loving nowYou’ve left me in the family way againThe dust on my tambourineReally can be explainedI need to shake it more oftenShake away the blameWell fame’s such a sinister gameOh I knowThe taste of goulash in your mouth as you stumble of stageForget-me-nots bloom on this day thenBut they wither with ageOh I can deal with all the blood on my shoesAnd the holes in my soulMy spirit is tainted all my tears are faintedJust as long as youYou don’t forget toUh-oh-ohCut me on the wallBy the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn’t sayShove me up the wallOh you poor cow was the kind of loving nowYou’ve left me in the family way againPoor thingSha-la-la-la-la-la-laSha-la-la-la-la-la-laSha-la-la-la-la-la-laSha-la-la-la-la-la-la