Confessions

I never kissed a man before

Oh isn't that a shame

I never kissed a man before

Before I knew his name

I never had a taste for wine

Oh 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

It seems that vice can be

It's own reward

I always go to bed at ten

Oh isn't that a bore

I always go to bed at ten

And then I go home at four