Now I, I despise
The reflection of my face in your blue eyes
But I accept the evil
That has grown deep beneath my drunken mind
You know who I am
But I never will confess
I grow righteous when others
Condemn me for just doing what I simply do best
And I, I once knew the feel
And the curve of a perfect breast
We once tasted why Jesus suffered
And he died just for us
Now somewhere is a room
Where I will waste my time
Drinking from the bottle
That contains the secret pleasure that is mine
This is mine, mine
This is mine, only mine