There once was a writer
he liked to write songs.
He had eyes of a fighter
but never did nobody wrong.
He then became a lover
the day he found his heart
in the words of a hooker
that walked the cold streets after dark.
She said: 'Where do you think you're going
with that look upon your face, nowhere for you?'
He said: 'I'm going nowhere,
would you like to you come too?'
He said: 'I'm going nowhere,
would you like to come too?'
So they made love by a streetlight
while the raindrops washed their sin.
And as he trespassed into her life,
well, she fell in love with him.
While touching her face looking for love
he began to kiss her eyes.
But at the taste of a teardrop
he heard the lady say 'Goodbye'.
So he said: 'Where do you think you're going
with that look upon your face, nowhere for you.'
She said: 'I'm going nowhere,
would you like to come too?'
She said: 'I'm going nowhere'
and he said 'I would love to come with you.'