A construction worker
Drilling holes and fixing pipes
This is my day job
By night
I slowly crawl onto my lonely bed
Covered by my sorrowful blanket
And into my imagination, I slept
A lover I am
Surrounded by heavenly beauties
Each one my name they praised
For I was their god of love
When the clock struck six
Reality comes knocking
A construction worker, is what I am
And on to the days work, I attend
Waiting for the night to come