Paddy

If you cook with gas, turn the flame up, give it a blast, face like a stone, it’s the way you love, not worth going home, silken ones who trap, think that you're stuck, roll around and laugh, circle you like ghosts, roll in the muck, say you’re forever alone, you drink wine aghast, you’re no purling dove, whose wings will collapse, go your own way now, consider them fluff, you’re better off gone, no one has a pass, some say good luck, you want to shout Basta, more than enough.