Too Late to Fornicate

I know how to say words like "****" and "OK"

In my broken english way

And I know that it's sad, it's pathetic, and it's bad

That I can't communicate

Far away far away from you

like Tokyo and Istambul

I can sing you the blues, I can learn few more words

But it's way way too late

I come in peace under the sun

offering the truth of out time

early morning and yet too late,

too late, too late to fornicate

Too late to fornicate