Sex With Nobody

We're here to help. Catching canaries is all part of the job. Those of you who are way ahead of me could say something about a bird in the hand being worth two in the bathroom or something. She's grateful, of course. Very grateful, and invites me to stay for tea and a bit of cake. What would you do?

Never got along with many heads

Never got along with feds

Couldn't sleep in girls' beds

Had to fled

After I fuck and after I bust

I had to duck, get the night bus home

Now I'm getting a bus home

Stumbling home

Wandering home through Holloway Road

She wants me to do...

What would you do?

Man I got too much respect for you, baby girl

We don't have to do that right now

I mean it'll be fun, but when the sun comes up

Man I think to myself, "What have I done?"

I'm like fuck, I got a little bit of luck

A lot of girls I link, man they have to get

He had the same batch since his feet were bound in kickers

Creating unknown brothers, and unknown sisters

Locked in blood, gunk, fluids and mixtures

Of sweat, grease chicken, beef and love leaking stitches

Learning his citizenship he paints naked pictures

Earned to give her a tip

She waits on him but he's drifted

She took his eye and now his brain's gifted

A relaxed marriage on an island in the South Pacific

Closure all over when thoughts got explicit

He turned off the paper cause he read a seedy snippet

Perverse scum, their tongues stung and twisted

Remain in fine light but they're devils, and they're not with it

For us, they ain't with it

Uncovering these tales are horrific

Some men are dogs to be specific

Some men are dogs to be specific

Some men are dogs to be specific

Some men are dogs to be specific

Some men are dogs to be specific

Some fucking men are dogs to be specific