Slainte todays on me, tomrrow boys it may not be Make life what it could have been, and please remember me I am the wise man from the east, my name is Brendan Behan Imagine a love you have to hide from the peering eyes within my time Im not an abomination, but still i feel ashamed Marriage is a contract, marriage is a solemn pact But love is not a contract, its truly not the same True love is lookin on those eyes, that truly see you as a prize And seeing yourself as worthy, youre really loving you Jim fights over everything with that dame But thats just cause he is ashamed Hes mad that he just hasnt been what he thinks shed like him to Alcoholics to the death they drink, but thats not what I truly think A word to the wise me boys is not knowing what to say Heres to your health and to your soul, and heres a Slainte preab san ol And heres to that girl over there that is lookin your way Or to that fella over there if your cup of tea is gay
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