At nine o' clock

On the edge of the seat
his ambitions takes a leap
he claps his hands in ecstasy
watching his life topsy-turvy

Rippin' the last scrap of shame
under the smoulderin' flame
he now feels disgusted from the core
for he'd desperately craved for more

Exasperation arrogance, suffocation and endurance
he took for granted each and every chance
his blurtin' out would seem cliché
making everything wrong right in its own way

He'd made the nipples rust
had one night stands to feed his lust
love for him was an ill-defined feel
for nothing was there that could make him kneel

On a moonless night
an enchantress was far at sight
her skin was white her eyes were blue
blonde, beautiful and thoughtfully true

He could not control his desperation
he'd his own ways of persuasion
the next night their souls entwine
she transmitted him with AIDS sharp at nine

One day in his past
he'd made a promise quite fast
livin' with her till the end of his life
and promising at nine the oath of his wife

Her life devastated when she got to know
he was a sexist and not the one to wow
she took a gleaming knife
pierced it through her face and still survive

Characteristically life had given her one more chance
with a new face she felt almost in trance
she was operated with an unforgettable mistake
Though she'd a new face but with it AIDS

Years later she died on the desert sand
with a hope that they'd meet on a different land