Yuk Poon

The Nudes

Cuts on your chest makes me feel like Judas.
How could I let happen again?
Where is my gold? Where I put my foot on? 
Is there a cross for my kind of man?

Holding your hand. You’re holding your drink.
The sweat on my wrinkles is giving me away.
To open up and play it all in - 
Cruel invitation to swordplay.

Music & Lyrics © Esin Sergeev 2021