Lyrics
Ooooh, ahhhh
I restored your mother's faith in men
Whilst boring you to death
Left nothing more than the circle of stubble rash around your chest
My life was saved by a packet of nineteen cigarettes
Carried in my left breast pocket, for a closest friend
A sleeping bag on the floor, two slips like buffalo horns
They said, "that boy's too lazy, you were clearly forewarned"
A jealous ex silenced the room
(Shhhhh)
He said that you were a whore
Do you kiss your mummy's lips with that mouth?
Ooooh, ahhhh
She imagined everything I said in falsetto
The only way to justify my childish despair
I spent my last six fifty in a public phone box
Graffited genitalia from the ceiling to floor
Play the reckless, rapid like a fruit machine
I see gargoyles in the floral of the duvet cover
You see melodrama move from one sentence to the other
And many years practice of speaking in hushed tones
