Confession - Blossom Dearie

I never kissed a man before

Now isn’t that a shame?

I never kissed a man before

Before I knew his name

I never had a taste for wine

Now isn’t that a sin?

I never had a taste for wine

For wine can’t compare with gin

It’s nice as nice can be My faith is at last restored

To know that vice can be Its own reward

I always go to bed at ten

Now isn’t that a bore?

I always go to bed at ten

Then I go home at four