Oh, Sober Thought, away from me!
We've never really meant to be,
Daydreaming is my newest catch!
And to my breast I gladly clutch
Illusions of what could have been.
If only you could see my grin,
When they embrace me, hold me tight
And whisper hotly, day and night!
Goodbye, my sweet, remember fondly
How you were once my one and only,
Although your cold and cruel kiss -
I won't deny - I'll hardly miss.
Oh, Sober Thought, away from me
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