Various Artists - The Point Of No Return

Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat!

Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets
you will have to pay the bill - tangled in the winding sheets!

Serve the meal and serve the maid!
Serve the master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid,
Don Juan triumphs once again!
Passarino, faithful friend, once again recite the plan.

Your young guest believes I'm you -
I, the master, you, the man
When you met you wore my cloak, with my scarf you hid your face.
She believes she dines with me, in her master's borrowed place!
Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine.
When it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine ...
You come home! I use your voice - slam the door like crack of doom!
I shall say: "come - hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!"