Lust has always been my Achilles heel
I guess we all have weaknesses
Mine is when those pretty girls go by
With Short miniskirts, knee-high.
Lust has always been my Achilles heel
But what can a weak man do
With a roving eye, always want to spy
Silk tights, oh, there's nothing to demystify.
A pretty woman dressed to turn heads
And breaks hearts will always
Make me react, act juvenile act crazy
Act without shame, disconsolately.
Lust has always been my Achilles heel
Oh, I've often asked myself
When will this all stop?
Is it because, I'm a shy, retiring astronaut.
Oh, lust has always been my Achilles heel
But now I'm bifocal, it gets harder every day
To see all these angles passing by
Oh, abandoning me, leaving me alone to barfly
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