I've seen the 'action'
All kinds of people
Seen things disgusting
I've seen it all


I've heard excuses
All kinds of stories
I've heard confessions
I've heard it all


They wrote bad poems
Painted bad pictures
They say we used them
I'm not sure


Some call it love and
Some call it affection
I don't believe it
It's all clean young flesh


And we all fall down
We all fall down

You say you want it
Dress to kill and kill me
We could play new games
And you could lose


Don't tell your mother
Or some jealous husband
Don't talk of love just
Send me a postcard


We need to feel it
We need to feel it
I've lost all patience
You'll lose all pride


I've no conversation
I've no good intentions
I've room for one more
I've room for you

To be continued...