Libertine - Venerea

All my friends are telling me I’m better off alone

My folks have stopped calling up in case she takes the phone

And the psychic I’ve been seeing keeps spelling out our doom

Says two heads with one track minds don’t fit a single room

But she’s a queen

My sugar-coated pill, she’s saccharine

She understands what acts of freedom mean

My libertine

Libertine

She provides an illusion that I’m getting close to home

While distancing myself from all the good friends I have known

But if they were escape routes this could be the way back

Maybe I should take her lead and rearrange the sack

To be a queen

A sugar-coated pill, yeah saccharine

To understand what acts of freedom mean

My libertine

Libertine