Love is a very slender thing, You love a man as much as you love beer. Just the taste of sweet humbles, my friend, Will lure you slowly but surely away from here.
See the young man in the corner, Look his eyer are telling what he wants to do, [Whore?] he wants to meet is young, will offer Her his heart [and then to?] flavorful.
But let us tell the truth: She wants his money, and he - her youth!
Love is a very slender thing, You cannot leave without killing someone With the blast of envy in a [drunken?] [...] You [who come they?] easily undone.
See the young man in the corner, Look his eyer are telling what he wants to do, But he wants to meet the old and put a rope Around his neck and pull until he's blue.
But it isn't quite the same... He doesn't want his money, He wants his brain...
And now welcome idle! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
[Day on this note?] [tall man?] [...] [and deep relict?] One hour to like newspapers stay to talk.
Seeing two persons flamed from life's purpose to romantic crazes And turn all attitude to self-lies.
The old man exclaiming to these feeling, But in next moment sufficating them In a single crush...