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 trespa**ed 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.'