Look, kid, you wanna know the truth behind all crap sexual encounters?
You get too close…
You see,
You’re holding on too tight,
It’s time you let him go
Take a bath, or watch a shit show
When I need to relax,
Or downplay how crap I think it’s gone
I’ll put the CD’s on,
And I sing along…
Listen to that -
Isn’t that the dog’s crap?
See, I grew up in the middle of nowhere,
Known for muggings
And feared freeloading raids
So when alone I shut my eyes, and I am
In Scotland
Where the stars they reach better days
When I’m lonely and feeling neglected,
I hold onto the dreams of a guy
He wears a skirt ‘cause this guy he is fearless,
Drenched in whiskey, my drooling and wine
You can smell the disdain coming off him,
Through his smile you shudder with delight,
And if dreams he may give me get gutted,
I will wash with the sense he is mine
Life was once dreamt as a story,
You can pass flesh to flesh in the flames
Now life is like history
With all the good stuff gone before I came
I was once in a bar, where I met Douglas,
When I think of him I fall to my knees
God, how much I had loved him
So I followed him, like a dog on heat
I drooled, and I begged over this guy,
He had a firm grip, a hold on me
Then he left me for some skanky bimbony,
Said “see ya later, don’t wait up for me”
Why am I stood here, kid, just shut it!
You have hope, so go get your man
‘Cause the Scotts, they fear no-one and nothing
So hold on, and soon you’ll understand
Drink ‘til off comes the crop top,
But don’t try to take things too far
‘Cause you’re warned once you flash the skanky bimbony,
You’ll get lost, you’ll be blinded by fog
You’re a smart kid, with warmth as the sunshine,
Don’t be pulled down by a timeless mistake,
Drink, laugh and judge all us skankies,
But send my love to the Island place