Pint o Strongbow
Sure, two quid
Here you go
Ta
Table's shit and don't think much of the people on it.
Packed dancefloor, plenty there
She's enjoying herself
She loves herself
So does he.
Maybe later, maybe later.
That's it, o yes.
The hips go a swinging,
back and forth .
Perhaps, perhaps.
The carrots hit the floor
Down goes the water
Up it comes straight after.
Light?
No, don't smoke
Your friend?
He's in no fit state.
The poison causes swirls
I flow to the bass line,
Causing my limbs to roll
In figures of eight.
Yeah, go for it.
We dance as one,
Strangers binded.
Pure lust, it was.
Well that's what I thought