If you read well between the lines
You would know it wasn't ever an
Irish coffee.

I'm so glad you dint
Would you then might have asked
Do every one go to heaven
And I would have said yes.

But you never married
And never practiced a religion,
Upto my neck I sang
And you never read what was
Between the lines.

You saved your self,
You had a way with you,
I thought though, you knew and
You remained with your god.