Tart Tart

When he came out to the lock-up

He said I'm looking for something better

He made his shock announcement

And backed off, backed down, backed off

And then he got up off the floor

He said I'm wealthy enough, not to do this no more

And he made it all known with his hands held up, palm out

And she said don't know if i should

'Cause i worry too much about the tests on the blood

And at first it was a 'yes', and then a 'no', then a 'yes'.

A maggot sleeps on her desk

H wears a sleeping bag as his vest

And he's getting too too bothered

About the spots on his chest, chest, chest

Now she's (BLANK)...She laid it on

And a few days later she's gone

So its back to the womb

To get drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned warm (???)