Do you have a cigarette, Mr. Godfrey?
I have no place to go
And it looks as thought business tonight
Has been rather slow

Pass me the glass but
Fill it with wine
As I know you do when you
Take your wife out to dine

Show me the tray where my ashes will lay
Day after day, oh, day after day
Then you can forget me
I'll be on my way

Maybe tomorrow I will start anew
But until then I will sit here with you
Although you know not of how I live
Mr. Godfrey, these stories are what I have to give.

Very rough. Please crit.
High as tits