The Old Ways

Go back to your old ways,

Forget what I made you,

Lose yourself everday,

A little more every night,

Through doors to the legs,

Legs back to the door; let them walk.

Names, addresses and numbers

Obscuring your inamoratos love.

Make up to conceal your sins and vice,

Pretty dress to hide the flaws to look nice,

Hat to hide the evil thoughts in your head,

Stockings to hide your legs whereabouts,

In another mans bed.

Trade in love as if it were stuff,

Old habits die hard,

I know you always prefer The Old Ways.