I dance through the lonely nite,
Sat down with a glass of coffee,
With mind of full of bribery,
From the world of so-called reality,
The pain in sipping in slowly,
Long enough to melt a hard-candy lolly,
I don’t need a man name Jonny,
Nor a woman called Jenny,
I am fair lonely,
Everything will be lively,
In my own silly.
p/s: And hey, I ain't any Billy.