Come Around on the Floor
Clear the haze the night before
Kick my shoes, kick my clothes
Paint myself a toothpaste smile
It’s a bathroom ritual
& making myself beautiful
But it never goes to plan
Spill my Tea & burn my hand.
Take a leak, sneak a peak
Through the window at next doors Mrs.
Hanging washing on the line
And her legs are looking fine
Hope I find the same delight
It’s my mission Friday Night
All aboard on the floor,
All aboard on the floor,
All aboard on the floor,
On the floor,
And my brain owes to the memory
Of the evening goes away
And then the smile
Find a Girl, Take her Home
Tell her lies; fill her mind with dirty pictures
But she knows just what you’re thinking
Feel your chances quickly sinking, do I blame it on the drinking?
Another door slammed in my face, better get back in the race.
2007-02-28
08:27:50
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