I stopped the bike, said, "Hit the bricks."
She said, "Are you up to your tricks?"
In good faith I'm your friend,
You just think with your end.
I'm tired of men acting like pricks.
Come to my flat, there we can talk
I'll shout you a beer, so don't balk,
And talk gender "til dawn
This is no way a con...
We may connect, if not you walk.
Talk is cheap, show me some action
This suggestion is gaining some traction
She stripped with a smile
And I lingered a while
Playing, to our great satisfaction
That was some fun, how 'bout next week?
My wife has run off with a Greek
Next week I'm busy
But Charlie's not, is he?
(These genders could do with a tweak)
It's cold as a whore's heart today
But I'm indoors, I'm happy to say
But tonight we are off to Messiah
Wrote by Handel, for organ and choir
As the choir dipped and soared
Were you 'xstatic or bored?
Faith rekindled, my soul's on fi-ah
I can't wait for Christmas to pass
Eggnog and mince give me gas
