It's late. Time for bed. So I sit and wait. For that gin and tonic. To go to your head. I know. It's a devious plan. But it's the only way that I know. To get those big bad car keys. Out of your hand. You know. That I remain a gentle man. But even so. There's only so much. A gentleman can stand. Sleep with me. Oh sleep with me tonight. My cards are on your table. My dreams are in your bed. If I was able. I'd be there instead.