I sleep alone,
Sometimes i like it
I got a phone,
But it's disconnected
I got, wicked ways
That go, on for days
They say am i, just a
Libertine
If it feels, like your feet are slippin'
Into the life, that you've been given
Being told, not to cause a problem
By policemen and politicians
You can't rearrange
Your mind with age
Beat the scene as
A libertine
Late in october,
When even the weather is better
The leaves take in color for the first time ever
Good to me,
Libertine
Good to me,
Libertine
I sleep alone, and i like it
I got a phone, but it's disconnected
You can't, give a doubt
For the, whole thing out
Keep it clean, as a
Libertine
Good to me,
Libertine
So good to me,
Libertine.