Bootprints

We sit, we think, we drink, we fall upstairs and dress,

Confess the mess, our lives are indepressed, we rest, we

Jest, we love ourselves to death, but reek of garlic

Breath, and to the bathroom next, we rush, we flush, we

Brush, we splash on smells, we squeeze, we tease, oh

Please let me take you now, but no, suppose she knows we

Really ought to go, she's picking up the phone, just you

Wait 'til we get home, see we're sneaking home, you've

Got your ripped jeans on, you leave doc bootprints on the

Lawn, swearing hard is this the girl I used to know,

Uncouth words I miss the girl that I fell for, we arrive,

The wives want clive to show us to our seats, he bleats,

We speak of things we'd like to eat, we cheat, repeat the

Order of last week, he shrugs in mock defeat and ponses

Off to fetch the wine, we dine, goes fine, the girls are

Plied with drink, we wink, and they chink, and true to

Form they start to flirt, their skirts are hitched way

Beyond the decent height, clive smiles with sheer

Delight, how he'd love to take us all home, see we're

Sneaking home, you've got your ripped jeans on, you leave

Doc bootprints on the lawn, swearing hard is this the

Girl I used to know, uncouth words, I miss the girl that

I fell for, I hope I'm wrong, it may be drink that woke

This whore inside, alone, she has a rattling in store.