Take your pleasure sadly Just like most of the fellows do For you must be moving somewhere With a dare And those who think you love them And the ones who really do Are going to cry Tonight And beg you to stay, yeah She'll give me pleasure gladly Just like most young women do For their far long and moving somewhere Makes her cry, yeah And the candle in the window And my pillow by her head Says please come home A-home Before I die, yeah Take your pleasure sadly Just like most of the fellows do For you must be moving somewhere With a dare, yeah And those who think you love them And the ones who really do Are going to cry Tonight And beg you to stay, yeah