They say it ends tomorrow,
My pizza still warm and soft.

The freshness of my hunger,
I can't deny my tongue.

I'm living in aroma,
My eyes can see my pizza.

They say it ends tomorrow,
My baby still wants more.

Her flesh is more than love,
I can still smell her scent.

I'm living in this pleasure,
My eyes can see my prize.

They say it ends tomorrow,
My preacher is still preaching,

His voice louder than ever,
Keeps ringing in my ears.

Living a life of sin,
Incase it never ends.


Hennessy