| Hot Broth On A Winter Night |
| I’m consumed like hot broth on a winter night By your empty promises of fidelity That held me back from knowing other loves As you sipped at my soul Like you feared to scorch your tongue Yet carelessly searing your lips on other loves I say so much for being a one woman man As I dive into the lava of unbridled passion My skin turned to asbestos A gift from your love. |