She just sits there her eyes are on me I shake with temptation just knowing what could be I ought to go home I've been here too long But I feel a sin coming on. See that smoke ring that's her halo How high she flies depends on the wine flow I ought to go home I don't want to do wrong But I feel a sin coming on. I've got another world outside that door A wife and the home and who needs more I ought to go home but my wills not that strong I feel a sin coming on. I feel a sin coming on...