Текст Gary Puckett – Take Your Pleasure

Take your pleasure sadly
Just like most of the fellows do
For you must be moving somewhere
With a dare

She’ll give me pleasure gladly
Just like most young women do
For their far long and moving somewhere
Makes her cry, yeah
And the candle in the window
And my pillow by her head
Says please come home
A-home
Before I die, yeah

Take your pleasure sadly
Just like most of the fellows do
For you must be moving somewhere
With a dare, yeah
And those who think you love them
And the ones who really do
Are going to cry
Tonight
And beg you to stay, yeah