My fevered brain tormented fleas at night

My fevered brain tormented me at night
The curtains were as drawn as my own face
I saw  the moon shine, whiskey, what delight

I saw gnats circling, wanting  tiny bites
My underslip was pink with purple lace
My fevered brain incited men at night

I asked the doctor  why he came too late
All I wanted then was an embrace
I saw  the moon shine, whiskey, what delight

Was this   perturbation   stirred  by fate?
Would I be so humble  if not chaste?
My fevered brain tormented fleas at night

I looked dishevelled after the  wild knights
If we get a chance, we  eat the bait
I saw  the moon shine, whiskey,  brandy faked

I asked for love and all I got was cake
And that was plastic so it was not baked
My fevered brain tormented men at night
I saw  the moon shine, whiskey, but no spite