10 ♫ // Zorbanova

🍷 Shit — I ran! Fast as sandals could fly. Molto bene, you said — But non bene, I saw. You came like a knight, So slick, so right... Then left with a dry, dull — “good night.” Well, bene I thought, “No more wine tonight.” I grabbed my bag, Gave you the boot, Before you could pout: “But babe, I’m your light!” Shit — I ran! Fast as sandals could fly. You — Dionysian devil — All charm, all lie.…